#lesbian bat signal

[amc-minx]

I think Sarah defined it best. 😏

[theaceofarrows]

Big fan of the batfam, adding pride colors to their suits for the entirety of June

Batman wearing a b or progress flag colors on the inside of his cape

Nightwing changing his blue bird symbol to bi or pan colors

Red Hood makes his bat symbol and/or helmet aspec colors

Red Robin wearing bi colors on the inside of his cape and on the RR

Black Bat adding lesbian colors to her symbol/suit

Spoiler wearing half and half bi and lesbian colors on the inside of her cape

Batwoman making her bat symbol the lesbian flag

Signal adding the progress flag to his symbol

Robin wearing an ace flag on the inside of his cape (for his buddy Connor Hawk) and demi romantic flag to his R

Bonus, Nightwing adds a bunch of pride flag bumper stickers to the batmobile

[heymacy]

saturday night picrew on a sunday morning ✨

i was tagged by @mybrainismelted, @juliakayyy, & @energievie to do this sweet little picrew!

[clare devlin voice] i'm the wee lesbian

i’m tagging @gardenerian, @palepinkgoat, @deedala, @sleepyfacetoughguy, @too-schoolforcool, @darlingian, @tanktopgallavich, @michellemisfit, @callivich, @whatthebodygraspsnot, @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @metalheadmickey, @whatwouldmickeydo, @howlinchickhowl, @gallawitchxx, @thisdivorce, @arrowflier, @crossmydna, @suzy-queued, @y0itsbri, @sxltburn, @vintagelacerosette, @captainjowl, @7x10mickey, @mmmichyyy, @jrooc, @creepkinginc, & @transmickey 💛

[shoegayzebutch]

goofy butch going golfing with your grandpa type drip

[valeriehalla]

I am so utterly fascinated by “Saki”, the 18-year-running mahjong manga in which you, the reader, become gradually, frog-boilingly aware (over the course of nearly two decades’ worth of mahjong tournaments) that none of these girls are wearing underwear and most of their boobs are slowly expanding.

I need you to understand that I have, like, an anthropological level fascination with this comic. From the perspective of someone who is also a comic artist and writer, two things delight me about it:

the fact that I understand completely how an artist gets from “the fans can have a little hint of skirted asscheek” to “the pussy is completely out on center page” over the course of 18 years; and

the way in which the pussy being out is treated by the characters and diegesis as being utterly unremarkable.

Okay. Point 1. The frog-boiling.

Let me put this in perspective for you. There was already a meme about how the characters in “Saki” don’t wear underwear when I was in middle school. I am thirty now. Okay? And it’s still going.

In the time since, this has stopped being a joke. It is now indisputable canon. This is not because anyone outright says it at any point. It’s because the underwear ran out of places to hide. I’m obsessed with this thought: somewhere in the over 20 volumes of “Saki”, there is a panel in which underwear was objectively deconfirmed. And it would be so hard to figure out where that panel actually is. Maybe the artist didn’t even realize it when she drew it! The frog? Boiling!!

And of course there is also the breast expansion. I don’t know how to put a spin on this. They are just expanding. Like, this happens a lot with artists: you define a character as being, in your mind, “the one with the big boobs”, and over the years you emphasize that trait further and further so that the signal doesn’t get lost in the noise. It’s just that normally—in like a wildly popular manga series about mahjong published by literally Square Enix, for example—normally there would be a point at which the boobs stopped getting bigger. Like, an editor would step in or something. Or you would get to the point where you cannot draw the character in the same panel as her mahjong tiles without her breasts spilling over the tiles, and you’d go, “Well, this is now untenable.”

That did not happen. There is no ceiling. The frog is soup.

Point 2. The complete and utter mundanity of all of this.

It’s like this, okay: there’s no shortage of trashy ecchi manga out there. There’s a million other comics doing wildly bawdier things with wildly more improbable bishoujos.

The vibe with “Saki” is different.

It’s hard to explain this, but it feels like the world of the comic is fundamentally uninterested in the fanservice happening on the page. I cannot describe it as “leering”, because I cannot conceive of a person in the story from whose point of view one would leer. I think the artist is probably into it—I can’t imagine anyone is making her do this—but “Saki” the comic has no opinion on the matter.

There are essentially no male characters in “Saki”. Like, there was one guy? Kind of? At the very beginning? But he is gone now. They put him back in the toybox. He does not exist. It appears to be some level of canonical that in the world of “Saki”, almost all humans are women. Those women are sometimes romantically into each other. According to comments the artist has made on Twitter (which I cannot source), they have lesbian baby technology, so it’s no problem. It’s so much not a problem that the story is about mahjong, instead of any of that.

So, like, the fiction here appears to be this: this is the, like, meta-narrative of the fanservice of “Saki”, right: it’s just normal that they don’t wear underwear and their boobs are arbitrarily big. It’s been normal. It was normal before the story of the manga began. It’s just how things are. Nobody bats an eye about it, and if they do, it’s in sort of a lesbian kind of way so like what’s the problem, we love lesbians here. This is literally normal for girls.

The fanservice simply diffuses into this all-encompassing aura of disembodied, ambient sluttiness. The framing of the panels demands you acknowledge it, and the story demands you already be over it, because it’s mahjong time now, and we’re playing mahjong.

Do you get??? why I’m so fascinated??? Are you not a little enraptured???

Anyway, I have no idea how to end this weird post. I guess the conclusion is that women stay winning????

[novelistwriter]

Paranoia eats the Phantom

DP x DC Prompt

I've always read stories where Danny and the Bats end up together in many ways, but one story caught my eye, 'A Heart Worth Breaking', one chapter in that work on a03 has Danny snapping at the Bats for looking into him when he hasn't done the same, and it inspired me to make a prompt similar to that chapter

Danny escaped the horrors of both the GIW and his parents. They cut him open, seen what makes him tick. They run tests on the 'samples' they collect from him. They put him in a room and see what is best to work on him to hurt him. They put him in different Ghost Containment devices that are modified to inflict harm on him. They... they killed those he 'manipulated' (Jazz, Sam and Tucker) in front of him... just to see if he would reveal his 'true colors'.

He escaped to Gotham when the Justice League began a raid on the GIW base he was being held in. None of the heroes had shown interest in the calls coming from Amity, so why now? He wouldn't find that answer, as he just wants to live. He wants to be a person and not a 'thing' to be studied or a hero. Gotham has enough ambient ectoplasm for him to live in, so he had Technus Forge him some identification papers on the digital plane to be "Daniel Jasper Folson".

He did his best to avoid the radar of the Bats and Birds, but he couldn't ignore his obsession. He went out at night as Phantom to try and discreetly help those in need. He failed at being discreet and was discovered by the Bats and Birds.

He wasn't expecting to be requested to help them during some big hits on Trafficking Rings or gathering Intel on the big name rogues that are obviously hiding something behind the scenes. Sure, he only has Nightwing, Red Hood, and occasionally Signal to hang out with, but he's slowly coming to trust the Bats and Birds of Gotham.

He should've known that it was too good to be true. During a quiet night, where he was hanging out with Wing and Hood on a roof, eating Batburgers together, he overheard Oracle and Red Robin tell one of the two with Danny about their progress on finding more information on him or trying to get through the GIW logs kn him.

This causes him to snap on Wing and Hood, saying that they didn't care for him as another being, treating him as a thing to be studied and contained. He stops himself from revealing too much and runs away. He runs away to be with the lesbian couple that both remind him of his sister and best friend in some ways and who have helped him on occasion when he ran into them on the streets, trying to build up enough money to get a home for himself.

He is at their front door, waiting for one of them to open it after he knocked on it, tears still streaming down his face and looking heartbroken. They do let him in and do their best to comfort him. He is just staring blankly at nothing in front of him as the couple trues to get him to talk to them. He vaguely hears Harley tell Pamela something about flowers, someone called B-man, and about himself.

Before he registers Pamela coming into the room with the flowers, he sees one of the Bats or Birds land by the window. It's only after the Bat or Bird almost knocks on the window to be let in when he registered the flowers that Pamela has offered to Danny. Blood Blossoms. His body hurts, and with the bouquet of Blood Blossoms so close to him, his body begins to melt in a grotesque way into a puddle of Ectoplasm, and then thay puddle evaporated into nothing.

But that wasn't Danny. That was a duplicate he sent to Pamela and Harley. He couldn't fully trust them, as they were known to be, on occasion, working with the Bats and Birds, but he wanted to be with people he knew he could trust. And now he thinks that trust is broken, as he connected the dots, seeing one of the Vigilantes go to them, figuring out that B-Man is Batman, and the Blood Blossoms that Pamela had.

Maybe it's time for him to use his Ghost King title to the fullest. He can't trust the heroes of the world because of that trust had been betrayed by the Bats and Birds of Gotham, and he's going to make an announcement to the world.

[toskarin]

tumblr users posting about "the aging userbase" in response to memes about cooking is like the bat signal for lesbian homewreckers

[natalievoncatte]

Kara let herself drift, push this way and that on the wind as it swirled about five thousand feet up. Her attention wandered, from the flights taking off over at the airport to the cars and pedestrians far below. Her vision relaxed and she looked up to see the solar winds scatter off the atmosphere in a riot of color that no one else could see. If she tried, she could see the chaotic chorus of WiFi signals and radio waves colliding with each other and scattering among the clouds.

She couldn’t sleep, so she drifted. Sometimes she wondered exactly how she was able to fly- she had no idea herself, she just did it. She wanted to fly and she flew.

A crisp cold wind snapped around her, billowing out her cape. Kara wasn’t bothered by the cold, merely aware of it. It was a December night and while it was fairly warm down below it was cool up here.

Kara rolled and lay on her back in the air, then rolled again and looked down, arms spread like a swimmer in a dead man’s float. The sounds of the city filled her ears and she sifted through them. Maybe if she picked up on a crime, she could fly down and take care of it and go home to sleep.

The city was peaceful tonight. Nuts.

As she focused her attention on this sound and that she found herself focused on a particular one: Lena. Specifically, her heartbeat. Once she found that sound it was trivial to focus on it, and hear her voice.

“It doesn’t matter, Sam. She’ll never want me like I want her.”

Kara froze, completely still, not even breathing. She should stop now, turn away, leave her friend to her privacy.

Lena… liked girls? She. She said she. As in another woman. Who did she mean? Kara didn’t know of any women she was close to, but then, Lena was a private person despite their growing closeness, she-

“She has to be straight,” Lena was saying. “I tried everything. I filled her office with flowers, I bought the damn company for her. What do I need, my own personal Bat Signal?”

Kara dropped fifty feet without even realizing.

She was talking about… no… that wasn’t…

What?

“I can’t just ask her out! What if she gets all weird and I lose my best friend? Not to mention the power imbalance, I’m technically her boss… what? No I did not make myself her boss to justify not asking her out! Sam!”

Lena huffed and Kara could hear her pacing her penthouse.

Lena liked her. She like-liked her. She was talking to her friend about asking her out. She was… in lesbians with her? No, that’s not how you say that.

“Fuck,” Kara muttered. What was she going to do now? She couldn’t just fly down there and say something.

She’d been spying. Eavesdropping. She had to stop this, fly home, maybe call Alex. Sleep on it and figure out what to do.

As her heart pounded in her chest and her pulse throbbed in her ears, Kara began to realize something.

She had felt things around Lena. Weird little things like a fluttering in her belly and a sudden nervous energy and this intense need to be around her, to just look at her. Her emerald ocean eyes and sharp jawline and the way she would tilt her head just so and look at Kara like that and it would make heat pool low in her hips. She could listen to Lena talk about anything for hours and just drift on the currents of her voice, so soft and smooth.

Then there was also, well… Lena had to have caught her looking.

Kara’s heed snapped up and her eyes went wide.

Holy shit, she was in lesbians with Lena too.

(That’s not how you say it)

Kara yanked her phone out and called Alex.

“Kara? What the hell is that noise? Are you in a wind tunnel?”

“I’m flying. I couldn’t sleep.”

“It’s four in the fucking morning and I’m on day watch. What do you want?”

“I’m in lesbians with Lena.”

There was a long, vaguely exasperated pause.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I,” Kara began, “I was kind of listening in and I heard some stuff.”

She told Alex what that stuff was, then listened as Alex turned her mouth from the phone and talked to someone. She heard Maggie’s voice as she cackled violently.

“I fucking told you!” Maggie was laughing.

“Kara,” said Alex. “Please be normal about this. Go home. Make a bushel of frozen potstickers. Sleep it off, decide what to do in the morning.”

“Okay,” Kara sighed.

She resolved that she would only do a quick flyby, just to make sure Lena was okay. She wouldn’t even get that close.

When she passed by, Lena had hung up her call and was sitting on her sofa with a glass of liquor in her hands, the most forlorn look in her eyes as she stared at it.

Kara, she decided, should go home.

She landed on Lena’s balcony and rapped gently on the glass. Lena yelped and surged lightly to her feet, almost dropping the glass, and stared.

For a moment Kara could only stare. Lena had her hair down and it made her seem soft and vulnerable as she warded off the chill with a hoodie and sweats. She was the most cuddly thing Kara had ever seen.

“It’s not locked,” she said in her soft, husky voice.

“You should lock your doors,” Kara said as she stepped inside, closing the door.

“We’re on the twenty-eighth floor.”

“Good point,” said Kara.

“Is there something you need help with, Supergirl?”

Kara looked at her for too long a beat. She could still turn back and come back the next day or meet Lena for lunch like they planned or… or…

It didn’t matter. This problem would be there no matter what she did and the longer she waited the worse it would be.

“I have to tell you something,” Kara said softly.

“What is it? Did something happen? Do you need me?”

Yes, she wanted to say. I’m… I don’t know how to say this and I’m worried I’ll mess it up.”

Lena looked intrigued and more than a little nervous. Her throat bobbed and Kara felt an instinctive tug towards her, a need to shelter Lena within her arms.

“My real name,” she began, “is Kara Zor-El. I carry the name of my father, Zor-El. When I arrived on Earth my cousin fostered me with the Danvers family, so I took their name. So my full name is Kara Zor-El Danvers.”

Lena looked at her for a long moment.

“I know.”

Kara flinched. “What? How?”

“You aren’t subtle. I’ve been keeping you from getting fired for every time you run off from work with nothing to show for it. The first time you came to my office, you were with Superman. The next time you came you said you flew there on a bus.”

“Wait, you know… you know Clark is…”

“My brother was his best friend before he tried to kill him.”

“Why didn’t you call me out? Say anything?”

Lena’s tongue flashed across her lips and Kara watched intently as her heart raced and a storm of emotions flooded her face.

“I think was hoping you would tell me yourself. That you’d trust me.”

“I should have said it sooner. After you saved my life.”

“Why now? Why tonight?”

Kara froze.

“I.. heard you. Talking to your friend. I didn’t mean to, it was an accident. I was just riding the wind because I couldn’t sleep. Sometimes… sometimes I just need to know that you’re okay.”

Lena was staring at her.

“Oh my God,” Lena choked out. “Oh my God, Kara. You weren’t supposed to hear that. This is so fucking embarrassing. I can’t believe, listen, it doesn’t mean, it’s not like… I hope we can still be… fuck!”

“Ilikeyoutoo,” Kara blurted.

Lena’s eyes went comically wide.

“You… you what? You do? What do you mean you like me?”

Kara felt her own mouth go dry.

“I… think about things, and at first I thought I was jealous of you because you’re so pretty but then I started thinking about, um, kissing you and stuff even though Kryptonians don’t really do that, and it was confusing but… I think I feel like you feel.”

Kara realized she hadn’t moved. She squared up and crossed the rooms, the weight of the cape on her back giving her a little push of confidence. Lena watched her approach with keen interest.

“What do we do now?”

“I… I don’t know. I’ve asked people out and been asked out plenty of times but I have no idea how this works. This is a lot, Kara. You’re supergirl… and you like me.”

Lena set the glass aside. She was barefoot and Kara was in her stacked heels, so Lena was looking up at her. Kara felt seven feet tall. This tension suddenly lay between them, and Kara wasn’t sure what she needed to do except that she needed to handle this delicately.

So, she brought her hand up and tenderly pushed it beneath her curls to lightly cup her cheek, a flood of heat passing through her body at the softness of Lena’s skin. She was soft and velvety and warm and Kara thought her heart might burst through her ribs for its jackhammering.

Lena leaned lightly into the touch. Feeling bold, Kara put her other hand on the small of Lena’s back and stepped in close, tipping down like a fairytale prince about to kiss the fair maiden.

Kara paused to whisper “is this okay?” and Lena replied with a gentle brushing of lips that made Kara’s knees feel weak.

“Mmm. Very okay.”

Lena slipped her arms around Kara’s waist and pressed close and Kara was instantly aware that she was wearing nothing beneath her pajamas.

“Should we go out on a date?”

Lena smirked. “I think we’re past the awkward icebreaker questions, darling. I think that if you want… third date activities are on the table.”

“Thir… oh. Oh.,” Kara said. “Oh, okay.”

By morning, Alex had texted five times, ending with WHERE ARE YOU?

“Getting breakfast with Lena,” she texted back.

[amc-minx]

Lesbian Bat Signal activated. 🦇😉

[alyakthedorklord]

Bat Poker Face Training

Dick, Steph, Cass, Tim, and Jason all crammed into someones room, with a kidnapped Duke sitting awkwardly with them, kinda scared.

Duke: “Uh… what’s going on?”

Steph, completely blank faced and standing ominously in the corner: “It has come to our attention that you require training.”

Duke: “Bruce is already teaching me really well-“

Jason, also blank faced: “That’s bat training. This is robin training.”

Cass, carefully but without a single emotion: “Sibling training.”

Dick, face just as blank as all his other siblings: “It’s much more fun.”

Duke, freaked out by the empty faces: “Am I being hazed?”

Jason: “Eh, maybe. Scared?

Tim, not giving Duke a second to reply: “Yes, he is. It’s written all over his face. And while its okay to be scared, sometimes hiding your true emotions in the field is a matter of life, death, and secret identities.”

Dick: “You’re going to be flustered. Humiliated. Terrified. Angry. Relieved. Your vigilante ID dragged through the mud in front of you as a civilian. Someone worried about your civilian ID and you need to keep them away.“

Tim: “Not just as a Bat, but a Wayne. Some dinosaur at a gala is going to say the most out of pocket thing you’ve ever heard in your life and you’ve just got to stand there.”

Duke: “So that’s the reason you’re doing the creepy thing?”

Steph: “Yes Duke. You need to have a poker face that Even Superman can’t break. That even a Fifth-dimensional Imp can’t crack! And that is the purpose of our training tonight!”

Duke, getting the program now: “Okay. I’m ready.”

Jason, allowing a creepy grin to slide over his face: “Don’t be so sure. Because what we are about to show you… it has broken Batman.”

Dick: “Damian is too innocent to see it, which is why he isn’t here.”

Steph: “If you can handle this, you can handle anything.”

Tim, tapping on his computer, chanting under his breath: “the horrors, the horrors, the horrors…”

Duke, terrified of what Tim is about to pull up, on the edge of his seat wondering what on earth can shake the Bat of Gotham, what the family considers too awful for thier arguably LEAST innocent member to see, what vile images he’s about to be shown…

Tap. The screen lights up white.

Duke: “No.”

Jason, grin widening: “We’ll be reading this aloud, for your entertainment.”

Duke, trembling and inching towards the door: “No.”

Steph, vice grip on Duke’s arm: “There’s no escaping it, Signal. This is your mission- to stay completely pokerfaced through Real Person Fanfiction of us- the Batfamily. And co, of course.”

Duke, sobbing: “Please, why… why would you do this to yourselves… oh god, is that… is that… is that Kate with Bruce? She’s a lesbian! And his cousin!”

Steph: “They don’t know that, Duke. They know nothing. And the depths of a human imagination is comparable to the depths of the ocean… there’s some weird shit down there.”

Tim, without a single emotion on his face, least of all mercy: “I had to sit through Young Justice fawning over Dick and Bruce. Do you know what they said? About my own father figure? Right in front of my salad? I was lucky I was wearing a mask. I cried, and I cried in silence. They knew NOTHING, because I showed nothing. This is what you must achieve.”

Jason: “I’ve had to listen to criminals talk about what they’d do to the ‘Prince of Gotham’ and not twitch. I’ve had to listen to both goons and civilians play fuck marry kill with our vigilante identities and not move a muscle. I know this feels like overkill, but trust me, it’s not.”

Dick: “Don’t worry, we’ll keep it mostly PG. Tim? Begin with the wildly out of character and aggressively heteronormative Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman love triangle. Then maybe we’ll work our way up to slash readers and…” shudders in horror, “…batcest.”

Duke: “NOOOOOOOO!!!”

[lorelovinglunatic]

Each member of the Batfam has a signature color except for Tim and I’m tweaking out about it.

In age order:

Alfred (Agent A) Pennyworth is white. (Ha ha yes literally) but also he’s clean and somehow manages to be classy even when splattered in blood. Also his hair.

Bruce (Batman) Wayne is gray. Bro is the night but he’s also not born to it. He’s as close of an imitation to darkness as someone who is still undeniably hopeful can be.

Kate (Batwoman) Kane is red. But in a lesbian way. Bordering on the magenta in the flag.

Barbara (Oracle) Gordon is orange. Yeah it’s probably because of her hair. Also it’s a brassy orange. She’s strict and intelligent but also funny. Idk man

Dick (Nightwing) Grayson is blue. Royal blue. Predictable ik, but he’s predictable. He’s a (not-so) reformed crash out and I think he deserves his peaceful blue that’s also just a little too bright to really be peaceful.

Cassandra (Black Bat) Cane? Black. Actually silent. All the training of Bruce without the white, quiet joy and domesticity of being raised by Alfred. Is the night. The opposite of Bruce, who chose to emulate the night when suited up, she is cursed to be it even out of costume because of her upbringing.

Jason (Red Hood) Todd is red. Not the bright red of his Robin days, but not too much darker. The blood he’s spilled mostly absolved by his later actions and his realization of his manipulation by Talia, but still staining his conscience.

Steph (Spoiler) Brown is purple. I mean the costume is literally purple, but she’s also just chill like that. She’s funny and pretty much does anything for the plot. She’s so purple to me.

Tim (Red Robin) Drake is ???. He’s not really red despite it being in his name. I can’t figure out what color aligns to him, especially because imo he hasn’t really had his own identity. Jokes about him being the Replacement hit hard when you realize that just like the rest of the Robins, barring Dick, he didn’t have a strong emotional connection to the suit. Tim arguably had more of one than other robins, from his stalker days and idolization of Batman and Robin, probably in third behind Jason “Robin makes me magic/literally haunted by his own younger Robin self” Todd. Then, just as he’s getting his footing being Bruce’s kid after his parents die, Bruce disappears and the mantle is passed on to Damian. So he becomes Red Robin because he still doesn’t know who he is without being Robin. And then writers mostly forget about him, sticking him with being Red Robin indefinitely and also eternally 17 because they can’t b bothered to give him any decent character development. So I don’t know what color fits him and it’s really very upsetting because he’s a very interesting complex character and should get one. Anyways

Duke (Signal) Thomas is yellow. Yeah it’s his suit color and also he can literally manipulate light, but he’s also the literal embodiment of the color. He’s arguably the most normal of any of them, and a practical ray of sunshine compared to most of the family. He’s also the only one working the day shift.

Damian (Robin) Wayne is green. No, I don’t know why. In some comics he wears more green than other robins, but in others he’s exclusively in red, gray, and black. Every time I think of him in his league wear I think of it as green, but it’s not, it’s gray or black. I don’t know why he’s green, he just is. He’s feral and loves animals which gives me forest green energy but he’s also terrifyingly trained and in control which gives me army green energy. He’s a green somewhere between the two.

Anyways they all have a color except for Tim and I’m really sad about it thank you

[aingeal98]

I think Cass as Batman should get to follow the time honoured fanon meme of having a bunch of people shipping Cassandra Wayne with this new Batman. Bonus points if they also believe Bruce Wayne and original Batman have been coparenting all the Wayne kids, which makes rumours and debates about this new Batman even more heated. Someone og Batman thought good enough for not only his mantle but his precious stepdaughter? What sort of crazy perfect crime fighter could that be? Maybe the second batgirl? Wasn't she in Hong Kong though? Wait, I thought she died? Did we ever have a solid theory for how batman found her?

Cass isn't massively online, she mostly just enjoys watching YouTube videos and learning memes through that. And she rarely interacts with reporters so when one actually does stick a camera in her face and ask her about the connection between herself and the new, smaller Batman, her mind goes blank and she just blurts out:

"Yeah we've fucked."

It's all over the Internet within 24 hours. The happiest people are the ones who had been fighting with everyone insisting that this new Batman was definitely Not a man and now gets to rub it in their opponents faces that known lesbian Cassandra Wayne has slept with them so therefore the probability of them being a woman has just skyrocketed.

Bruce has journalists ringing him six times a day. Damian gets popcorn. Beloved hero the Signal gets asked about it and says that it's true and as a proud ally he supports all his gay Bat colleagues. Miss Wayne's current girlfriend Stephanie tweets out "Pray for me guys, her ex can fight 😔😔"

Despite the explicit confirmation from Cass that they used to be a thing, the Cassandra Wayne/Second Batman tag never gets higher than the 10th most popular ship on Gotham's vigilante rpf ao3 fandom. Eight of the nine above her are M/M and the other one is batcat.

[flux1563]

A true identity ft. Heejin

Tags : squirting (a lot), love at first sight, first time, creampie

Words : 10K+

Heejin stumbled into the crowded café, her nose buried in a dense textbook on quantum mechanics. The smell of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the murmur of students discussing assignments and weekend plans. She was lost in her own world of quarks and leptons, oblivious to the hustle and bustle around her.

"Hi, can I sit in front of you?" Y/N said, his voice a smooth blend of accents that hinted at a life spent traveling.

Heejin nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. "Yeah, of course," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

 Heejin, a lesbian college student, is engrossed in her quantum mechanics textbook at a café when she notices a new customer, Y/N, an international student with tan skin and a charming presence. His confidence and unique features capture her attention, causing her to feel self-conscious and attracted for the first time in years. He approaches her, asking to sit nearby.

Y/N flashed a dazzling smile before sliding into the chair opposite her. He set down his own textbook, something about international economics, and pulled out a sleek laptop. The silence between them was charged with an electric tension that Heejin couldn't ignore. She stole glances at his strong hands as they danced across the keyboard, his fingers moving with a grace she hadn't expected from someone so tall. His eyes remained focused on the screen, the only indication of his presence the occasional furrowing of his brow.

Heejin took a deep breath and closed her quantum mechanics book with a soft thud. "You're not from around here, are you?" she ventured, hoping to break the ice.

Y/N's fingers paused on the keyboard, and he glanced up at her. "Ah, you noticed," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I'm half European and half Asian. My mom's Korean, but my dad's from Spain. I grew up bouncing between Seoul and Madrid."

Heejin felt a spark of curiosity ignite within her. "That must be quite an interesting upbringing," she said, her voice growing a little stronger.

"It has its perks," he replied with a grin. "I can swear in three languages without batting an eye."

Y/N, a new international student with an intriguing mix of European and Asian heritage, sits near Heejin in the café. Heejin, feeling a growing attraction, initiates conversation. He shares his unique background, having lived in both Seoul and Madrid, and they bond over the novelty of his multilingual proficiency in swearing.

Their conversation grew from there, stretching into a tapestry of shared experiences and laughter. Heejin found herself forgetting about her homework, her mind fully engaged with Y/N's tales of bullfights and flamenco nights. His stories painted vivid images in her mind, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the richness of his life experiences.

As the hours passed, the café grew quieter as other students filtered out, leaving only a handful of die-hards still tapping away at their laptops. The barista glanced over at them occasionally, but mostly let them be, enjoying the lightness they brought to the space.

 Heejin and Y/N continue to connect, sharing personal stories and laughter, filling the café with their vibrant energy. As they discuss their individual experiences, a strong bond forms, and Y/N expresses his curiosity about Heejin's life in Korea, revealing his own longing to understand the culture beyond his occasional visits.

Their conversation continued, weaving through the evening shadows until the café's lights began to dim, signaling the approaching closing time. Reluctantly, they gathered their things, the warmth of their newfound camaraderie lingering as they stepped into the cool night air.

"So, what do you like to do for fun around here?" Heejin asked, her curiosity about Y/N's hobbies piqued by their shared love of diverse experiences.

Y/N's eyes lit up at the question. "Well, I've recently picked up swimming," he said, a hint of pride in his voice. "There's something about the water that just feels like home."

Heejin felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. "Really?" she replied. "I can't swim at all. It's always been one of those things I've been meaning to learn, but you know, life gets in the way."

Y/N's smile grew even wider. "Well, it's never too late to start," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "In fact, I'd be happy to teach you. My mother has a private villa with a pool just outside the city. It's the perfect place for lessons."

Heejin's eyes widened with surprise. "A villa? That sounds amazing!"

Y/N nodded. "It is," he assured her. "And the pool is just the right size for learning. Plus, it's pretty secluded. No prying eyes."

 The conversation shifts to hobbies and Y/N reveals his passion for swimming, suggesting to Heejin that he could teach her at his mother's private villa outside the city. Heejin is intrigued and accepts the offer, excited by the prospect of a secluded, private lesson.

SUMMARY^2: Heejin, a lesbian college student, meets Y/N, a tan and attractive international student, in a café. They bond over personal stories and Y/N's multilingual swearing, forming a strong connection. Y/N offers to teach Heejin swimming at his mother's private villa outside Seoul.

Heejin felt a mix of excitement and trepidation at the thought of spending the weekend with this enigmatic stranger. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something undeniably alluring about him, something that called to her adventurous spirit.

"Okay," she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "Send me the details, and I'll be there."

Y/N pulled out his phone, his fingers deftly navigating the screen. "What's your number?" he asked, extending the device towards her. Heejin recited the digits, her heart pounding as she watched him save her contact. The phone buzzed in his hand, and he handed it back to her with a smile. "Now you have mine," he said. "How about this weekend ?."

"Yes, I can. I'll come on Saturday," Heejin said, the words spilling out before she could second-guess herself. A wave of excitement washed over her as she imagined the weekend ahead, filled with the promise of swimming lessons and stolen moments of quiet companionship.

The days until Saturday seemed to crawl by, each tick of the clock echoing in her ears like a drumbeat. When the fateful day finally arrived, Heejin awoke early, her mind racing with thoughts of Y/N and the mysterious villa that awaited her. She carefully selected her outfit—a modest yet flattering swimsuit and a loose-fitting sundress to wear over it.

 Heejin accepts Y/N's offer for a weekend swimming lesson at his mother's villa. Despite her nerves, she eagerly anticipates the private, secluded setting, choosing an outfit that balances modesty with allure.

With her heart in her throat, Heejin made her way to the address he had sent her, nestled in the lush countryside. The scenic journey took her through winding roads lined with cherry blossoms, their pink petals fluttering like confetti in the breeze. The villa came into view, a picturesque oasis amidst the greenery. It was a modernist masterpiece of glass and steel, with a sprawling pool that gleamed like a sapphire under the early afternoon sun.

Heejin approached the gate, her hand trembling slightly as she typed in the code Y/N had provided. With a soft click, it swung open, revealing a path lined with stepping stones that led to the front door. She followed it, the sound of her footsteps echoing through the serene silence. The door was unlocked, and she pushed it open to reveal an expansive, minimalist living room, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering an unobstructed view of the pool beyond.

Y/N emerged from a side room, clad in a pair of board shorts and a loose-fitting shirt, his hair damp from what she assumed was a recent shower. "You found it," he said with a grin, his eyes sweeping over her appreciatively. Heejin felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks as she took in his bare feet and the way the fabric clung to his muscular frame.

"Welcome to my mother's sanctuary," he said, gesturing to the pool. "Ready to conquer your fear of water?"

 Heejin arrives at the villa, captivated by its beauty and seclusion. Y/N greets her, and she feels a rush of attraction for his physique. He reaffirms their purpose for the visit: to conquer her fear of water with his swimming lessons.

Heejin nodded, her pulse quickening as she reached into her bag and pulled out the swimsuit she had packed. She slipped into the bathroom, her hands shaking as she unzipped her dress and slid the fabric down her body. The swimsuit she had chosen was simple yet flattering. As she adjusted the straps and smoothed out the material, she couldn't help but think about the last time she had worn something so revealing.

When she emerged from the bathroom, she found Y/N already by the pool, his back to her as he dipped his toes into the water. The sight of his broad shoulders and muscular back sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. He looked up as she approached, his gaze lingering on her figure before he quickly averted his eyes. Heejin felt a sudden urge to turn back, but the excitement of the moment was too potent to resist.

Y/N's eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of her, and before she could say anything, he turned and dove into the pool, the water splashing around him as he submerged himself completely. When he resurfaced, his hair was plastered to his forehead, and a mischievous grin played on his lips. "Come on in, the water's perfect!" he called out.

 Heejin, feeling self-conscious, changes into her swimsuit and joins Y/N by the pool. His lingering gaze and subsequent dive into the water hint at his own attraction and eagerness for their swimming session.

Heejin took a tentative step towards the pool's edge, her heart racing. She could see the outline of his erection pressing against the fabric of his shorts, and she knew that she was the cause of his arousal. A blush spread across her cheeks, but she didn't look away. Instead, she took a deep breath and jumped in after him, the cool water enveloping her body in a gentle embrace. She surfaced with a gasp, her eyes locking onto his as they both treaded water.

Their bodies brushed against each other as they moved closer, the electricity between them palpable. Heejin felt the fabric of her swimsuit stick to her skin, outlining her hardening nipples. Y/N's gaze dropped to her chest before he coughed, clearing his throat awkwardly. "So, about those swimming lessons..."

Heejin couldn't help but laugh, the tension dissipating like bubbles in the water. "Yeah," she said, "let's get started."

Y/N nodded, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. He moved closer, placing his hand gently on her back as he began to instruct her on the basics of floating. Heejin, however, had other ideas. With a playful wiggle of her hips, she pushed her ass against his growing arousal, feeling the heat of his body through the thin barrier of their swimsuits.

Y/N's instruction faltered for a moment, his breath hitching as he felt her soft curves pressing against him. "C-concentrate, Heejin," he managed to say, his voice strained.

 Heejin overcomes her nerves and jumps into the pool, where she notices Y/N's attraction to her. Despite the awkwardness, they begin their swimming lesson with Y/N trying to maintain a professional demeanor while Heejin flirts subtly, hinting at her own desires.

Ignoring his protest, she leaned back, her eyes wide with feigned panic. "Oh no, I think I'm drowning!" she exclaimed dramatically, her arms flailing in the water.

Y/N's instincts took over, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to keep her afloat. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she gasped for breath, the sensation sending a bolt of desire through his body. He could feel her heart racing, matching the tempo of his own as they remained entangled in the water.

"You're okay," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. Heejin's eyes searched his, a playful smile playing on her lips as she pushed herself even closer, her legs wrapping around his waist. "You're not fooling anyone, Heejin," he said, his tone low and husky.

Undeterred, she did it again, the friction between them sending a delicious shiver down her spine. Each time she feigned distress, her body brushed against him more deliberately, her movements becoming increasingly sensual. Y/N's resolve began to crack, his body responding to her teasing with a fervor that surprised even him. He knew he should stop her, maintain the innocent facade of their swimming lesson, but the allure of her touch was too great.

"Stop it, I know it," Y/N said, trying to keep his voice firm despite the waver in his tone. His arms tightened around her, his hands sliding down to her hips. He could feel the heat of her skin, the water acting as a thin veil that only heightened the intensity of their contact.

 Heejin playfully pretends to need saving, increasing the physical contact between them and pushing the boundaries of their supposedly innocent swimming lesson. Despite Y/N's attempts to keep things professional, the sexual tension becomes unbearable as their bodies continue to touch and move against each other.

 Heejin meets Y/N for a swimming lesson at a private villa, feeling a growing attraction and anticipation. Upon her arrival, she's drawn to his physique, and their lesson starts amidst unspoken desires. She flirts subtly, and the lesson evolves with increased physical contact and unmistakable sexual tension.

Heejin giggled, the sound music to his ears as she leaned back, her body arching against his. "But the water feels so good," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Y/N took a deep breath, willing his body to cooperate. "Heejin," he said, his voice a low growl, "I think it's time we take a break from swimming."

With a mischievous grin, Heejin nodded and allowed him to help her out of the water. Her legs felt wobbly on the slick tiles, and she leaned into him for support, her skin glistening with water droplets that sparkled in the sunlight. Y/N's eyes trailed down her body, taking in the way the fabric of her swimsuit clung to her curves. He knew that he had to regain control of the situation before it spiraled out of his grasp.

As they stepped onto the floor, Y/N's restraint snapped. He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was as hungry as it was unexpected. Heejin's eyes widened with surprise, but she melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she tried to keep up with the tempo of his kisses. His tongue danced with hers, exploring the depths of her mouth with a passion that left her breathless. She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh, demanding more than she was prepared to give in such a public space.

"Form the beginning, u want this, right?" Y/N murmured against her lips, his breath hot and ragged. His question hung in the air, a declaration wrapped in a whisper.

 Heejin's playfulness leads to a passionate kiss between them, taking the situation beyond swimming lessons. The intensity of their interaction escalates, with both of them acknowledging the underlying desires that have been brewing.

Heejin just smiles and nodded, the tension of their shared desire making her dizzy. She had never felt this way about a man before, but there was something about Y/N that made her want to explore the uncharted waters of her sexuality.

With trembling hands, Y/N reached for the strings of her swimsuit top, his eyes never leaving hers. He gently untied them, revealing the soft mounds of her breasts, the tips already pebbled with arousal. Heejin gasped as the cool air kissed her skin, her nipples hardening against his fingertips as he cupped them, weighing their heft in his palms. She felt a thrill of power as she watched his eyes darken with desire, his pupils dilating until they nearly eclipsed the warm brown iris.

Her own hands found his shirt, her fingertips tracing the ridges of his abs as she pulled it over his head. His muscles rippled under her touch, the sun-kissed skin warm and inviting. He was everything she had ever fantasized about in a man—tall, handsome, and confident—and yet, she had never felt so drawn to anyone before. It was as if a part of her she had buried deep had been suddenly awakened, and she was eager to explore this newfound aspect of herself.

 Heejin's curiosity leads to the removal of their swimsuits, exposing their bodies to each other's hungry gazes. The intimate act of touching and exploring each other's physiques reveals the depth of their mutual attraction and marks the beginning of their sexual journey together.

Heejin felt the heat of his gaze as it traveled over her body, his eyes lingering on her breasts before dropping to her swimsuit bottoms. She could feel her cheeks flush with anticipation as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband, pausing to look up at him for permission. Y/N nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, and she pushed the fabric down her legs, stepping out of it and kicking it away.

Y/N's breathing grew heavier as he took in the sight of her naked form, his own arousal now clearly visible through his board shorts. He reached down and began to tug at the waistband, the fabric straining against his erection. Heejin watched with rapt attention as he revealed himself to her, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the size and girth of his cock. It was nothing like she had ever seen before in her fantasies, and the reality was both terrifying and thrilling.

He stepped closer, closing the distance between them until she could feel the heat of his body radiating against her skin. He took one of her breasts in his hand, the touch sending a bolt of pleasure through her body. His thumb brushed against her nipple, sending a shiver down her spine as it pebbled beneath his touch.

 The sexual tension culminates in the removal of their last barriers, revealing their naked forms to each other. Heejin's first-hand experience with a male body evokes a mix of fear and excitement as she confronts the reality of Y/N's arousal, setting the stage for their imminent physical intimacy.

"Your boobs are not that big," Y/N said, his voice a mix of wonder and admiration. "But that's perfect size for me." He leaned down, his breath hot against her skin as he took the sensitive peak into his mouth, suckling gently. Heejin gasped, her hands flying to his head to hold him closer, the sensation overwhelming. He switched to the other side, giving it the same tender attention, his tongue flicking and teasing as he worked his magic.

"Ahh... keep doing that, Y/N," Heejin panted, her legs threatening to buckle under the weight of her growing arousal. "My pussy is getting wet each time," she confessed, her voice breathless and needy. She felt his cock twitch against her stomach in response, and she knew she wasn't the only one affected by their passionate dance.

Without a word, Y/N dropped to his knees before her, his eyes never leaving hers as he hooked his thumbs into the sides of her swimsuit bottoms and pulled them down. Heejin stepped out of them, leaving her completely bare before him. The cool air of the villa's living room kissed her skin, sending goosebumps down her spine. Y/N's gaze dropped to her neatly trimmed pubic hair, the folds of her pussy glistening with the promise of what was to come.

 Y/N expresses his appreciation for Heejin's body, focusing on her breasts and eliciting a powerful reaction from her. He then proceeds to remove her swimsuit bottoms, leaving her vulnerable and exposed, while his own desire for her is clearly evident.

He leaned in, his nose brushing against her sensitive flesh as he inhaled deeply. The scent of her arousal filled his senses, a potent aphrodisiac that sent his own desire spiraling. His tongue darted out, tracing the seam of her labia with a gentle touch that made her whimper. Heejin's knees buckled slightly, but Y/N's strong hands held her in place, his grip firm yet reassuring.

"Ahh, so good, Y/N," she gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as he continued to tease her with feather-light kisses and nips. His mouth moved to her clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub as she squirmed under his touch. He could feel her legs tremble, her body poised on the edge of orgasm.

But just as she was about to crest the wave, Y/N pulled away, leaving her panting and needy. "Now, for the real lesson," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. He stood up, towering over her, his eyes never leaving hers as he reached down to cup her cheek. His thumb traced the line of her jaw, sending another shiver down her spine.

Heejin's eyes grew wide as she felt his thumb slide down to her neck, then further, until it brushed against the pulse point between her breasts. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice a whisper of breath.

 Y/N begins to perform oral sex on Heejin, eliciting strong reactions of pleasure, but then abruptly stops to announce the 'real lesson'. His intimate touches continue to escalate, leaving her desperate for more, and setting a mysterious tone for what is to come in their sexual exploration.

 Heejin and Y/N kiss passionately, moving beyond swimming lessons. They strip each other, revealing their desires. Y/N appreciates Heejin's body and performs oral sex, stopping to announce a 'real lesson'. The intense interaction leaves Heejin eager for the next phase of their encounter.

Y/N's smile was knowing, his eyes dark with lust. "You'll see," he murmured, as his hand trailed lower, until his fingers brushed against the slickness of her pussy. He traced her folds, his touch feather-light, as if he was learning the contours of a new map. Heejin's eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned softly, her hips bucking against his hand.

He chuckled, the sound deep and throaty, before sliding two fingers into her without warning. She was tight, tighter than he had expected, and she gasped as he filled her. He stilled for a moment, allowing her to adjust to the intrusion before he began to move, his fingers exploring her depths with a gentle yet insistent rhythm. Heejin's legs wobbled, but she managed to stay upright, her hands gripping at y/n to keep her balance standing.

"Fuck, you're so good," she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt the tension coil tighter and tighter in her belly. His thumb circled her clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body, and she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building, a storm brewing on the horizon of her senses. "My pussy is stretching by your fingers," she gasped, her voice ragged with need.

Y/N chuckled against her neck, his breath hot and tickling. "You're so tight, Heejin," he murmured, his voice thick with his own arousal. "I can feel every inch of you around me." He began to pump his fingers in and out of her, the slow, deliberate strokes pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

 Y/N's manual exploration of Heejin's body intensifies, inserting his fingers into her for the first time and bringing her to the brink of orgasm. His skilled touch and gentle dominance leave Heejin desperate for more, her voice filled with ragged desire.

"Your fingers are so big, fuck," Heejin moaned, her eyes flying open to meet his.

Y/N's smile grew wider as he felt her pussy clench around his digits. "You like that?" he asked, his voice a low purr.

"Yes, yes, I'm...I'm going to cum," Heejin panted, her nails digging into his shoulders as the waves of pleasure grew stronger.

Y/N watched as Heejin's body began to tense, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. He knew she was close, and the thought of her coming apart in his arms was almost too much to bear. He increased his pace, his fingers curling inside her, hitting that spot that had her entire body trembling.

"I can't take this anymore," Heejin whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own breathing. Her eyes squeezed shut tightly, and her body arched back, pushing her breasts out towards the sky. "I'm cumming..."

Y/N felt her walls tighten around his fingers, the muscles in her pussy clenching in an involuntary spasm as her orgasm took hold. He watched with rapt attention, his own breath catching in his throat as she began to squirt, the clear fluid spurting out and coating his hand. It was a sight he had never seen before, and the raw, unbridled passion of it was intoxicating.

 Heejin reaches climax as Y/N's fingers fill her, the intensity of her orgasm causing her body to convulse and release. The new experience is overwhelming for both, with Y/N visually captivated by her uninhibited response.

Heejin's trembling grew more intense as she rode the waves of pleasure, her nails digging into his skin as she clung to him. He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her firmly in place as she came, his other hand still working her clit in slow, deliberate circles. The sound of their wet skin slapping together filled the quiet room, a testament to their passionate dance.

When her climax finally subsided, Heejin's legs gave out, and she would have collapsed if not for Y/N's strong embrace. He held her up, her cheek pressed to his chest, as she took deep, gulping breaths, trying to regain her composure. His heart thudded beneath her ear, a steady rhythm that matched the pounding of her own.

"I didn't know you were a squirter, Heejin," Y/N said, his voice filled with amazement as he pulled back slightly to look down at her.

Heejin blushed, her cheeks flaming red as she buried her face in his chest. "I... I don't know it too," she admitted, her voice muffled by his skin. "It was my first time."

Y/N chuckled, his grip on her tightening as he stared down at her. "Well, you're a natural," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Now, it's my turn to give you a taste of what I can do."

 After her first orgasm, Heejin's legs give way, and Y/N holds her up, both marveling at her squirting. Heejin confesses it's her first time experiencing this, and Y/N, impressed, looks forward to giving her another new experience.

With that, Heejin dropped to her knees before him, her eyes never leaving his as she reached for the waistband of his board shorts. He stepped back slightly, allowing her to pull them down, revealing his rock-hard cock that stood tall and proud. It was the first time she had seen one up close, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of trepidation and excitement as she took it in her hands.

Y/N's breath hitched as she began to explore him with her tongue, her movements tentative at first as she traced the veins that snaked along his shaft. The taste of him was unfamiliar, a heady mix of salt and musk that filled her mouth. She marveled at the velvety softness of his skin against the firmness beneath, her curiosity piqued by this foreign yet fascinating landscape.

Without warning, he surged forward, his cock pushing past her lips and filling her mouth. Heejin's eyes went wide with surprise.

Her cough took them both by surprise. It was a sudden, involuntary spasm that sent a jet of saliva and pre-cum spraying onto his abs. Heejin's eyes watered as she pulled back, her cheeks a fiery red. "I'm sorry," she gasped, her voice muffled by her hand as she tried to cover her mouth.

 Heejin, eager to reciprocate, attempts to give Y/N oral sex for the first time, but her inexperience leads to a surprise cough and a messy spray of saliva and pre-cum. Embarrassed, she apologizes, revealing her newness to the act.

Y/N looked down at her, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and amusement. "It's okay," he managed to say, his voice strained. He could feel the tension in his body dissipating, the moment of passion giving way to a sudden burst of laughter. "It's your first time with... something that size," he added, trying to keep his tone light.

"Just relax, sweetheart," he murmured, placing a hand on the back of her head and guiding her closer to him once more. This time, he pushed in more slowly, allowing her to adjust to the intrusion. Heejin took a deep breath, her eyes watering as she felt him fill her mouth. The sensation was strange, yet she was eager to please him, to make him feel the same way he had made her feel moments ago.

"That's good, breath through your nose," Y/N said, his voice gentle and soothing. Heejin nodded, taking his advice and finding that it helped ease the discomfort. She took another deep breath, the air flowing in and out of her nostrils as she took more of him in. His grip on her hair tightened slightly, his hips starting to move in a slow, shallow rhythm.

Heejin felt his cock swell in her mouth, the veins pulsing with each heartbeat. She could feel his thighs tense as he tried to maintain control, his breaths growing quicker. She wrapped her hands around the base of his shaft, her thumb playing with the sensitive skin beneath as she took him deeper.

 Heejin, still embarrassed, tries to recover and gives Y/N oral sex again, with his gentle guidance. She adjusts to the sensation and takes him deeper, eager to satisfy him and learning from his instructions. Y/N's body responds visibly, showing signs of approaching climax.

 Y/N explores Heejin intimately, bringing her to a powerful climax through manual stimulation and making her squirt. She confesses her inexperience, and he eagerly awaits the next step. Heejin attempts oral sex, but initially fails due to inexperience. With Y/N's guidance, she successfully performs the act, bringing him pleasure and learning from the experience.

The sound of his moans grew louder, his hips jerking slightly as she found a rhythm that suited them both. His hand on the back of her head grew firmer, guiding her movements as he grew more and more lost in the sensation. "Your mouth is so warm," he groaned, his voice strained.

Heejin felt a thrill of power as she took him deeper, her eyes watering but her determination unwavering. She had never felt so alive, so consumed by passion before. Y/N's hand tightened in her hair, and she knew he was close. She focused on his reactions, the way his breath caught when she hit the right spot, the way his cock twitched against her tongue.

With renewed confidence, Heejin began to move faster, her throat relaxing around his girth. Y/N's moans grew more urgent, his hips thrusting in time with her bobbing head. "Ughh, your throat is tight," he grunted, his voice strained with pleasure.

Suddenly, Heejin felt his cock swell even more in her mouth, and she knew he was on the brink. She braced herself, her eyes watering as she took him as deep as she could. With a roar, Y/N's hips bucked forward, and he came, his hot seed filling her mouth. She tried to swallow it all, eager to show him that she could handle it, but the sheer volume of his release was overwhelming. Some of it spilled out, dribbling down her chin and onto her chest.

 Heejin becomes more adept at giving Y/N oral sex, taking his cock deep and responding to his cues. His pleasure builds until he climaxes, and she eagerly tries to swallow his cum, but the amount overwhelms her, leaving some on her chin and chest.

Heejin looked up at him with a mix of pride and embarrassment, her cheeks flushed from the exertion. Y/N's eyes were glazed with pleasure, a smug smile playing on his lips as he watched her try to contain his cum. He reached down and brushed a strand of hair out of her face, his thumb coming away sticky with his essence. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice gentle. "You did so well."

Heejin felt a rush of gratitude and affection for him, his words easing the self-consciousness that had taken hold of her. She leaned back, her mouth still open slightly, and allowed him to help her to her feet. The warmth of his cum on her chest made her even more aware of her nakedness, her nipples pebbled from the cool air.

"I didn't mean to spoil it," she said, her voice small as she tried to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. "It just... happened."

"Don't worry, Heejin," he said, his voice soothing. "You're doing great.".

With that, Y/N gently turned Heejin around, the water sluicing off her body as he positioned her at the pool's edge.

"Let's go to the next step," he murmured, his voice filled with a primal need that sent a thrill down Heejin's spine. He scooped her up in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the side of the pool. The cool tiles pressed against her back, the heat of her body in stark contrast to the chill beneath her.

 Y/N reassures Heejin after her first blowjob, praising her efforts. He then carries her to the side of the pool for the next stage of their intimate lesson, leaving her feeling a mix of pride and desire.

Y/N took a moment to appreciate the sight of her, his eyes devouring every inch of her bare flesh as the sun danced across her skin. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock still hard and slick from their earlier encounter. "Ready?" he asked, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver through her.

Heejin nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She had never done this before, never been with a man, but there was something about Y/N that made her feel safe, made her want to explore this new aspect of herself.

Y/N positioned the head of his cock at her entrance, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He paused, waiting for her nod, and when it came, he pushed forward, inch by inch, filling her with a pressure she had never felt before. Heejin's eyes squeezed shut as she felt herself stretch around him, the sensation both painful and incredibly arousing. She took a deep breath and pushed back, urging him to continue, her body hungry for the connection she had been craving.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his voice strained as he pushed into her, feeling her walls clench around him. He could see the determination on her face, the way her teeth were digging into her bottom lip as she took him deeper and deeper.

"I know it's big," Heejin said, her eyes never leaving his, "but I want all of it, Y/N." Her voice was filled with a mix of need and challenge, and he knew she was ready to take him completely.

 Heejin expresses her readiness, and Y/N gently penetrates her, both of them feeling the intense sensation of her first time with a man. His size overwhelms her initially, but she remains eager and determined to experience everything with him.

With a groan that was almost a growl, Y/N pushed the last of his length into her, feeling her body stretch and yield to his invasion. He held still for a moment, giving her a chance to adjust to the sensation. He could feel her pussy clench around him, her muscles tightening and releasing in a silent plea for more. "You're so perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with lust as he began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm.

"Fuck, you're so big," Heejin gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt herself stretched to the limit. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure and pain through her body, a heady mix that had her clinging to him tightly. His grip on her hips was firm, guiding her movements as he began to pick up the pace.

"I'm cumming," she panted, her nails digging into his skin as she felt the familiar tension building. "I'm going to squirt again." The words were barely a whisper, but they had the desired effect. Y/N groaned, his strokes becoming more erratic as he felt her pussy begin to pulse around him. He could feel the warmth of her juices coating his cock, the sensation driving him closer to the edge.

 Y/N and Heejin engage in passionate sex, with him filling her completely. Despite the initial pain, she finds pleasure in the act, prompting her to squirt again. This response intensifies his desire, leading to a climax.

Heejin's eyes flew open, her pupils dilated with lust as she watched him lose control. The power she had over him was intoxicating, and she pushed back with renewed vigor, her hips rising to meet his with each powerful thrust. Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt the first spasm, her pussy tightening around his cock. "Cum for me, Heejin," he growled, his voice deep and demanding.

The words were like a trigger, and she let go, her body convulsing in a powerful orgasm that had her screaming out his name. She felt the warmth of her juices flood around him, the sensation of his cock pulsing inside her setting off another wave of pleasure.

"Good girl," Y/N murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he increased his pace. He didn't wait for Heejin's orgasm to end; instead, he used it to fuel his own, pushing into her harder and faster with each stroke.

Heejin could feel another climax building, her pussy spasming around his cock as she continued to squirt. The sensation was overwhelming, a never-ending crescendo of pleasure that had her panting and whimpering. Y/N's eyes never left hers, his gaze locked onto hers as if he was trying to absorb every ounce of her passion.

 Heejin's second orgasm is triggered by Y/N's praise, leading to more intense sexual activity. Her squirting enhances his experience, pushing him closer to his own climax as they maintain deep, penetrative eye contact throughout.

"I'm going to cum, Heejin," he finally said, his voice tight with the effort of holding back. Heejin could see the strain in his face, the way his muscles stood out as he held himself above her, his body taut with tension. She felt a thrill at the knowledge that she had brought him to this point, that she had the power to make him lose control.

"Cum inside me," she whispered, the words a breathy plea that seemed to echo through the quiet afternoon air. "I brought the pill," she reminded him, her voice filled with a mix of urgency and need.

Y/N's eyes snapped to hers, his pupils dilated with desire. He knew she was on birth control, but the thought of coming inside her, of marking her in that most intimate of ways, was too tempting to resist. He nodded, his jaw clenched as he pushed into her one final time, his cock pulsing with the force of his release.

Heejin felt the warmth of his cum fill her, a sensation that was at once strange and exhilarating. Her own orgasm seemed to go on forever, her pussy contracting around him as he emptied himself into her. They stayed like that for a moment, locked in their passionate embrace, the world outside the villa fading away.

 As Y/N reaches the brink of his climax, Heejin whispers for him to cum inside her. He succumbs to the temptation, filling her as she experiences a prolonged orgasm. The intimacy of the moment connects them deeply.

As they both began to come down from their peak, Y/N leaned in to kiss her, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was as possessive as it was tender. His cock remained buried deep inside her, the evidence of their union mingling with her own juices. Heejin kissed him back, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure.

Slowly, Y/N pulled out, his cock slipping from her with a wet sound that made her shiver.

Heejin's pussy continued to spasm, releasing more of her juices onto the tile. She looked down in amazement as she felt a gush of liquid leave her, her body seemingly unable to contain the intensity of the orgasm that had just taken over her. "Wow," she murmured, her voice filled with wonder.

Y/N chuckled, a mix of amazement and satisfaction in the sound. "You're incredible," he said, his voice low and gruff. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, his tongue tasting himself on her lips. He could feel her squirting again, her body reacting to the sudden emptiness.

When they broke the kiss, Heejin leaned back into his embrace, her body boneless and pliant. He wrapped his arms around her, his cock still semi-hard against her stomach, and they stood there, panting and sated, for a moment. The sound of their breathing and the gentle lapping of the water against the side of the pool filled the silence.

"That was..." she began, but her voice trailed off, unable to find the right words to describe the intensity of what they had just shared.

 After climaxing, Heejin and Y/N share a deep, passionate kiss. Her pussy continues to spasm, releasing more fluid, prompting Y/N's amazement. They embrace, with Heejin at a loss for words to express her feelings. The serene atmosphere of the poolside is a stark contrast to their intense sexual encounter.

"Amazon," Y/N said, filling in the blank for her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, his chest pressing into her back as they both took a moment to catch their breaths. Heejin leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body envelop her, his cock still semi-erect and sticky against her skin.

They stood there for a long moment, the only sound the gentle lapping of the water against the side of the pool. The coolness of the tiles beneath them was a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies, and Heejin could feel the sweat beginning to dry on her skin.

Heejin's heart was racing, her thoughts a jumbled mess of emotions and sensations. She had never felt so alive, so connected to another person before. The way Y/N had made love to her, with such passion and tenderness, had left her feeling cherished and desired in a way she had never experienced.

Y/N kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin gently as he held her tight. "You're something else," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. "I've never felt anything like that."

Heejin shivered, her pussy clenching around the emptiness where his cock had just been. The sensation sent a fresh wave of arousal through her body, making her want him again. She turned in his arms, her hands sliding up his chest as she looked into his eyes.

Y/N could see the desire in her gaze, the unspoken request that he continue to explore her body. He smirked, his thumb brushing over her hardened nipple, watching as she inhaled sharply. "Looks like someone enjoyed herself," he said, his voice a low tease that had her cheeks flushing once more.

Heejin didn't respond, instead leaning into his touch as he began to play with her sensitive peak. His other hand slid down her body, his fingers finding her clit and beginning to rub it in slow circles. The feeling was exquisite, the gentle pressure making her squirt again and again. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes fluttering shut as she tried to keep quiet, not wanting to break the spell that had fallen over them.

Y/N chuckled, his breath warm against her neck as he kissed her gently. "You're so responsive," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "It's like your body was made for this." His thumb flicked her clit, sending another spasm of pleasure through her. Heejin's legs began to shake, her orgasms coming closer together as he worked his magic.

Her moans grew louder, despite her efforts to remain silent, and Y/N took it as a challenge. He pinched her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. His other hand never stopped moving, his fingers sliding easily through her wetness as she grew more and more aroused.

Heejin felt like she was on the brink of something incredible, her body taut with the need for release. She clung to him, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to get closer, to feel more. Y/N's chuckles grew into moans of his own, his cock growing hard once again as he felt her pussy contract around his fingers.

With one final, firm pinch, Heejin's body gave in, her pussy spasming as she came, squirting all over his hand. He held her tightly, his own arousal evident in his grip as he watched her ride out the waves of pleasure. When she finally went limp in his arms, he kissed her forehead, his eyes shining with affection and lust.

"You're a natural," he said, his voice a soft whisper against her skin. "But I'm not done with you yet." He scooped her up and carried her to a lounge chair by the poolside, laying her down gently. Heejin looked up at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure and anticipation.

Without a word, Y/N positioned himself between her legs and sank into her again, their bodies slippery with water and cum. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the air, punctuated by their ragged breaths and gasps of pleasure. Heejin's body was already primed for another round, and she eagerly welcomed him back inside.

Their movements grew more frantic as they lost themselves in the rhythm of their bodies, their kisses deep and all-consuming. Y/N's hand found her clit once more, his thumb flicking it with expert precision. She moaned into his mouth, her body arching off the chair as she came again, her juices mixing with the pool water beneath them.

They didn't stop there. Y/N picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her into the villa. They explored each room with an unbridled passion, leaving a trail of wetness and stickiness in their wake. On the plush carpet in the living room, against the cold marble of the kitchen counter, and even in the soft embrace of the velvet curtains in the study, they fucked with an urgency that seemed to grow with each passing moment.

Their lovemaking was raw and uninhibited, each room revealing new ways to satisfy their insatiable hunger for each other. In the bedroom, Y/N bent Heejin over the bed, her ass in the air as he pounded into her from behind. She could feel his sperm coating her insides, mixing with her squirt as he filled her up once again.

The scent of sex filled the air, a musky perfume that seemed to cling to every surface. The villa was no longer a serene retreat but a playground for their desires, each room holding a new adventure. In the shower, the hot water cascaded over their bodies as he took her from behind, her moans echoing off the tiles as she came yet again.

Their bodies were a tapestry of sensations, a blend of pleasure and pain that only served to heighten their arousal. The sound of their passion filled the air, a symphony of flesh slapping together and the sweet cries of release. They didn't care if they were heard; they were lost in their own world, a world where only they and their insatiable desires mattered.

As they moved from room to room, their bodies grew sticky with a mix of sweat and cum. They were a blur of motion, a dance of lust that knew no bounds. Heejin felt a thrill with every new position, every new sensation that Y/N introduced her to.

In the library, he bent her over a dusty bookshelf, the scent of old leather and paper mixing with the musk of their desire. Heejin's moans grew louder as he pounded into her from behind, the books rattling with each thrust. Her palms pressed against the cool wood, her legs trembling as she tried to keep herself steady. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes raking over her body as he watched his cock disappear and reappear with each stroke.

They moved to the dining room next, the long mahogany table serving as their stage. Heejin lay on her back, her legs spread wide as Y/N feasted on her pussy, his tongue delving into her folds with a hunger that surprised even her. She squirmed beneath him, the sensation of his tongue against her clit making her squirt once more. He lapped it up greedily, his eyes never leaving hers as he brought her to another shattering orgasm.

In the media room, with the glow of the giant TV screen casting an eerie light over their naked bodies, Heejin found herself straddling him on the plush couch. She rode him with an abandon she never knew she had, her tits bouncing with each bounce as she took him deep. The leather was sticky with their combined fluids, and the sound of their bodies coming together was almost obscene in the otherwise silent room.

Y/N's fingers dug into her hips as he watched her ride him, his cock disappearing into her tight pussy. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, the anticipation of her climax building with each passing second. "I want to feel you come around my cock," he said, his voice gruff with need. Heejin nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she worked herself closer to the edge.

When it finally hit, it was like a lightning bolt, her pussy clenching around him as she screamed out her pleasure. He followed her over, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with his hot seed. They collapsed onto the couch, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, their hearts racing with the intensity of their passion.

For a moment, they lay there, panting and spent, the sound of their breathing the only thing breaking the silence. But it wasn't long before they were on the move again, their bodies craving more, the thrill of exploration and discovery driving them from one room to the next.

In the kitchen, they fucked standing up, the cold marble of the island countertop sending a delicious shiver through Heejin's body as Y/N pounded into her from behind. She could see their reflection in the gleaming stainless steel appliances, their bodies moving in a carnally beautiful ballet of lust. The smell of sex mingled with the faint scent of the leftover lunch, a heady combination that only served to drive them closer to the edge.

They stumbled into the gym, the sound of their footsteps echoing on the hardwood floor. Y/N bent her over the treadmill, her hands grasping the handles as he took her from behind once more. The machine whirred to life under their combined weight, adding an unexpected rhythm to their lovemaking. Heejin's breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples grazing the cool metal, sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each stroke bringing them closer to the brink of ecstasy. "I'm going to cum," she panted, her voice filled with a desperation that was almost painful.

"Do it," he growled, his own orgasm building. "Let me feel you come all over me."

With a scream that echoed through the cavernous space, Heejin's body tensed, her pussy clamping down around his cock as she squirted all over the gleaming black rubber. Y/N groaned, the feeling of her release pushing him over the edge. He came hard, filling her once again, their combined fluids spilling onto the treadmill's belt.

They staggered out of the gym, their legs unsteady as they moved through the villa.

"The jacuzzi," Heejin suggested, her voice low and needy. Y/N nodded, his eyes dark with desire as they made their way to the outdoor terrace. The water was steaming, the jets bubbling invitingly, and they slid into it with sighs of relief. The warmth of the water was a balm to their overheated skin, and they cuddled together, their limbs entwined.

The jets massaged their bodies, the water swirling around them as they kissed lazily. The tension that had built up over the last few hours began to melt away, their passion giving way to a gentle affection that was just as potent. Y/N reached down, his hand finding Heejin's clit, and began to rub it gently. She moaned into his mouth, her body responding immediately to his touch.

Their lovemaking in the jacuzzi was slower, more deliberate. They took their time, savoring each sensation, each touch. The warmth of the water made them feel as if they were floating, their movements languid and sensuous. Y/N slid into her, her pussy clenching around him as if it had been made for him. Heejin's eyes rolled back in her head, her body going limp with pleasure.

They moved together in a rhythm as old as time, their bodies fitting together perfectly. The water sloshed around them as they kissed and touched, their cries of pleasure muffled by the steady hum of the jets. The moon was high in the sky, casting a silver glow over their entwined forms. It was a moment out of a dream, a perfect culmination to their afternoon of exploration.

Finally, they reached their peak, their bodies shaking with the intensity of their orgasms. Heejin's pussy clamped down around Y/N's cock, milking him dry as he filled her with his cum. They stayed like that for a moment, their breaths mingling in the cool night air, their hearts racing in time with the beat of their shared passion.

After they had cleaned themselves off in the shower, they moved to the bedroom, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light over the plush comforter. Y/N pulled Heejin into his arms, their bodies still sticky with cum and sweat. They lay there, their breathing gradually slowing as the afterglow of their lovemaking washed over them.

Heejin felt a sense of belonging, a warmth that spread through her chest as she nestled into the crook of his neck. She had never felt so connected to someone, so seen and understood. Y/N's arms tightened around her, his breaths growing deep and even as he drifted off to sleep.

Her heart pounding in her chest, she gathered her courage and whispered the words that had been playing on her mind since their first kiss. "Y/N," she began, her voice barely a murmur. He stirred slightly, his grip on her waist loosening as he turned to face her. "Before this," she swallowed hard, "I was a lesbian. I only knew the touch of toys, never a real cock."

His eyes searched hers, a mix of curiosity and something deeper, something that made her stomach flip-flop. "This was my first time with a man," she confessed, her voice shaking with emotion. "And I'm so grateful it was you. You gave me an experience that was... beyond anything I could have imagined."

Y/N's gaze softened, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her hip. "And I'm grateful for you, Heejin," he said, his voice thick with sincerity. "You're so beautiful, so responsive. I've never felt anything like this before." He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "And you don't have to change for me. I'm just happy to be a part of your journey."

Her heart swelled with affection for him, and she knew she had made the right decision. She had found something in him that she had never felt before, something that made her question the boundaries she had set for herself. "You're the first cock to ever enter me," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. "And you've given me so much pleasure. I don't think I could ever go back to just being with women now."

Y/N's eyes lit up with a fierce possessiveness that made her pussy throb once again. "So be my girl, Heejin," he said, his voice low and commanding. "You're already craving for my cock, aren't you?" His hand slid down her body, his fingers finding her clit and giving it a firm squeeze. Heejin gasped, her body arching into his touch.

He leaned in, his mouth capturing hers in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue danced with hers, tasting the sweetness of their combined release. "I'll make sure you're always satisfied," he murmured against her lips. "My cock is yours whenever you need it."

With those words, Heejin felt something inside her shift. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted Y/N to be a part of it. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes," she breathed. "I'll be your girl."

Y/N's smile was triumphant, his eyes gleaming with lust. He rolled her onto her back, his cock already hardening again. "Good," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Because I'm not done with you yet." He positioned himself between her legs, his cock sliding into her once more.

This time, there was no hesitation, no awkwardness. They moved together with an ease that belied their newness to one another, their bodies speaking a language that needed no words. Heejin's hips rose to meet his, her pussy eager to be filled once again.

Their lovemaking was a declaration, a promise of what was to come. They explored each other's bodies with a ravenous hunger, each touch and kiss a vow to never let go. The room was filled with their passionate cries, a symphony of love and lust that seemed to resonate through the very air.

As they reached their climax, their bodies shuddering with the force of their shared pleasure, Heejin knew that she had made the right choice. With Y/N, she had found a new world of sensations, a place where she could truly be herself.

And as she felt his warmth fill her up once more, she realized that she was no longer just a lesbian. She was a woman in love, a woman who knew the true power of sexual exploration and the beauty of letting go of her preconceived notions. She was a woman who craved the touch of a man, who craved Y/N's cock, and who was ready to face whatever the future had in store for them.

They fucked into the night, their bodies a tapestry of pleasure and pain, each orgasm more intense than the last. When the sun finally began to peek over the horizon, their bodies exhausted, they collapsed onto the bed, their limbs tangled together.

Y/N's chest rose and fell with each deep breath, his arms tight around her as she lay sprawled across him. He could feel her heart racing, matching the rhythm of his own. The room was filled with the scent of sex and sweat, a heady aroma that seemed to cling to every surface.

Heejin's eyes fluttered closed, her body finally succumbing to the exhaustion that had been building with each orgasm. She felt boneless, her muscles relaxing into the softness of the bed. The warmth of Y/N's body was comforting, his skin sticky with their combined fluids.

As she drifted in and out of sleep, she felt his movements beside her. Y/N was already awake, his hand sliding over her body in a gentle caress. She opened her eyes to find him looking down at her, his expression a mix of concern and desire. "You okay?" he asked, his voice a soft rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

"I can't move," she admitted with a sleepy smile. "My body feels so heavy."

Y/N chuckled, his hand tracing the curve of her waist. "You're just overwhelmed with pleasure." He leaned down and kissed her forehead, his laughter a warm rumble against her skin. 

[dilf-in-peril]

Bat signal to all lesbians and other joshi fans: someone's translating this 1992 wrestling manga, Harukanaru Ring, to read here.

[gaybichon]

cute butch walks into the establishment and i immediately cross my legs to expose my lesbian tattoo like it's the bat signal

[spooky-genderman]

Bruce Wayne is a injeroseic, kenochoric, bat fag, bloodbatic, batmanic, batthing, transmasc bisexual. Bat uses he/bat/echo/dark/nigh pronouns. Echo is Batman.

Barbara Gordon is a cis woman and a lesbian who uses she/her pronouns. She is Oracle.

Rachel "Dixie" Grayson is a queer transgender woman who uses she/fly pronouns. She is Nightwing.

Jason Todd is a gay deadboygender, deadthing. Rot uses rot/cyber/husk/it/404/.exe/https:/vpn pronouns. Husk is the Red Hood.

Cassandra Wayne-Cain is a nonbinary lesbian. Ze uses ze/zeim pronouns. Ze is Batgirl.

Stephanie Brown is queer and agender. They use he/she/they pronouns. He is Spoiler.

Tim Drake is a transmasc bisexual in a supragenic system. He uses he/him pronouns. He is Red Robin. He has one alter called Joker Junior.

Joker "J.J." Junior is smilegender, eccentrigender, fungender, joygender, clowngender and aroace. Bang uses bang/smile/giggle/laugh pronouns and is in a supragenic system. Laugh has one alter called Tim Drake.

Duke Thomas is a gay transgender man. He uses he/they pronouns. They are Signal.

Daisy Al Ghul-Wayne is a transgender girl in a traumagenic system. They use she/they pronouns and doesn't know any of her alters yet. She is Robin.