#selina is definitely a maybe

[drbatsponge]

I think it's basically safe to say that this is probably gonna be our DCU Bat-Family for the Brave and the Bold and other projects.

[rbtura]

surely not

come on guys we can do better (←link to poll) it's what batman would have wanted

[harbours-lighthouse]

continuation of 'jason todd loves loudly'

Jason Todd learns to love slowly.

He's never known exactly what to do, when to do it. He's awkward and stiff because no one taught him how to treat a woman properly before he died. He knew that the way his father treated his mother wasn't right, and he knew that the way Bruce loved Selina never truly struck him as pure, unconditional love. There was always something sly lingering behind their eyes, and sometimes Jason got the sick feeling that there wasn't any love at all, but simply lust.

And when he came back, it was hard not to notice that there were women who noticed him, who took an interest. Sometimes, he tried to take their attention to his advantage, but it always ended in some sort of hushed apology and a slam of a door, vomit along the bathroom floor and Jason being alone again. At some point, he didn't bother trying.

Of course, there were a few relationships that stuck around for a little while, ones where he didn't actively pursue it, but it just...happened. And he did learn from them, but with each lesson it felt that there was alway some sort of horrible situation to accompany them. He'd learn that he has to put effort into the relationship—a date here and there, maybe flowers, loving words, consistency, etc—but the newly acquired knowledge would be followed with a shouting match or the silent treatment. More often than not, those days left him hiding away, feeling ashamed that he's not better—angry that he's seeing a diluted reflection of the very men he punches enough times to bring them lingering on death's doorstep.

To avoid that creeping feeling of despair, the hot burning shame in his stomach and the awkwardness that wraps around his throat, he doesn't search for anyone. He occasionally reads a novel and he might think that something like what's written in the books would be magical, but the thought is quickly dropped and he's picking up a different book like crime and punishment.

And yet, on a day that felt too long and too short at the same time, he met you. To say you were 'different' from all the other girls wouldn't be accurate because all of the others were unique in their own way—but there is something about you that screams 'I'm the one! I'm the one that might really love you!'.

Getting to know you was easy, though Jason stumbled over his words half the time (he'll deny it). He tried hiding the tense line of his shoulders and the crack in his voice by driving you around the city on his bike. Can't exactly notice much about the driver when you're zipping through a city and the wind is snapping at you, right?

You lit up his world, to say the least. Made all the shadows shrink away, brought a sense of hope even on his worst days. But Jason knew that you were the one he loved because you loved him in a way that was slow, patient. Unhurried.

There'd been an initial fear that he'd do something wrong, that you'd shout or storm away, and he'd be left alone again. But the first time the two of you had an argument, there wasn't a door slammed in his face, a finger jabbed into his pec, or an insult or curse thrown his way.

You didn't baby him—no, definitely not—but your voice never raised, and you insisted on talking things out. There wasn't a single chance that you were willing to take when it came down to Jason Todd, so you stayed and you made sure that the both of you spoke to each other—taught each other.

So Jason learned how to love slowly. You gently guided him when his actions or his words made you feel neglected or lost, and he guided you through his thought process and why some days it's too hard to look at you for so long, and that memory and fear are closely intertwined and they rule over him often.

He wasn't perfect in the least. He often forgot anniversaries, special appointments, etc. Flowers were rare because he simply didn't see the point but sometimes he put in the effort—he tried to make it more meaningful by getting your birth flowers. But more significantly, there were times where his mouth simply sealed shut and he struggled to tell you what was on his heart and mind. He couldn't bring himself to open himself up entirely, but again, you taught him slowly. He learnt slowly.

You taught him what it's like to say something soft, even if it's a little awkward and he stumbles a bit. The intent is there—that's what matters. You taught him that taking care of himself was in of itself an act of love within your relationship, and there was nothing corrupt about him. You taught him about the small habits he did that annoyed you, and subsequently he taught you about the things you did that annoyed him. You taught him that you need him to talk when something is wrong, and he taught you to always listen when he spoke.

Though you were one or two paces ahead of Jason, you never let go of his hand. Jason learned slowly that that was what real love is.

tags: @kitkatlover015 © harbours-lighthouse 2025 / i do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated, or fed into ai. all works belong to me unless stated otherwise.

[enviedear]

HONEY DON'T FEED IT, IT WILL COME BACK

₊ ⊹ JASON TODD

in which working undercover alongside your ex-boyfriend feels like cruel and unusual punishment. like a feral hound—he keeps coming back into your life.

CW | ex!jason, petty old lovers, miscommunication (prior), reader riling him up, cursing, and somewhat ambigous ending (somewhat). 1.7k words. 🎧ྀི

you have to stop letting yourself get involved with JASON TODD. two years ago, fine. but now, you know better. or you should.

working with him is entirely different than being with him—or that’s what you tell yourself. at least vigilantism allows you to ignore his jeers to focus on dodging attacks, rush ahead of him when he tries to bring up the past, or turn off your comms if he grates on you too much.

unfortunately, you can't pull any of your normal tactics this time. not for this job.

you thought the undercover gig selina offered you was a 'one night only' sort of thing, not an entire week. Your mind could never have conjured spending seven painfully awkward days in a honeymoon suite playing blushing newlyweds with your somehow everpresent ex-boyfriend. either way, your current situation is aggravating beyond whatever you're getting paid for this.

besides his usual mouthing off and brooding, jason's been tolerable. like a bad dog gone old, not sweet—but just tired enough not to bite. you’re so unused to jason being docile, it almost aches. and maybe that's why you've been so...unruly.

unruly enough to snag yourself a date while undercover. you knew it was stupid before you did it, but said yes the minute your eyes latched onto jason's. it was the most of a rise you'd be able to get out of him the entire job. it had felt vindicated in the moment. but you played an idiotic hand, his cards trumping yours. for split second he reacted, but just as quickly as it had appeared—it vanished.

he was good at keeping his calm in public, when he had to. but he always boiled over eventually. always saved for private places and so intense. he can’t help it, you think, being so much. he has to let it out, like a poison.

his composure faded for that split second when you both entered back into the suite, voice low, snide, and angry—all to fizzle out with a huff. "go on your stupid fuckin' date. ruin the whole mission. i don't care."

he had said it so nonchalantly. as if merely speaking to you was utterly beneath him. such a reaction was new. in the year you dated him, and the two years that have followed, you've known jason to get mad. you expect it. you can always count on being able to push his buttons just enough. hell, he could count on doing the exact same to you. but the silence that followed his words, the calm way he sauntered off into the bathroom—that completely destroyed whatever game you'd built up in your head.

you got ready in spite of his strange behavior. did your hair, pulled out one of your prettiest dresses, and dabbed on a perfume he had bought you, still half full and primarily only used for special occasions. you left the room with a slam of the door.

the date was terrible to say the very least. he was loud and with a penchant to only discuss himself or his sports betting. you left before you could get your entrée, making up an excuse and promising to definitely reschedule. too embarrassed to return so soon, you took your time getting back to the hotel. three stops and one impulse purchase of a street hotdog later, you stepped back into your honeymoon suite. a cruel fate.

jason's in the bed, propped up with fluffy white pillows and ignoring you, reading an absolutely tattered hardcover. you neglect to break the silence, opting to take your makeup off in the bathroom. your waterproof mascara peels on your lashes, and you can only take so many seconds of scrubbing before you give up.

you pace around the room a bit, lost in thought as you remove your jewelry. you feel undeniably silly for risking your cover for a vengeful and shitty date. selfishly, you still blame jason for it. maybe if he hadn't whispered, "don't mess this up, act like you like me. people are watching." at a couple's excursion, or on a group hike after you laughed at one of his jokes and he muttered, "not too much, it's not real."

he was always on edge and he took everything so personally. the last two years have been a constant competition with him. a brutal tug of war that neither of you can seem to win. where he goes low, you're ready to go lower.

you're broken out of your trance by a firm grip on your wrist, followed by jason's gruff voice, "stop putting your shit on my side."

you look at him baffled, "it's just earrings. sorry i didn't want to crawl all over you to put them on my nightstand."

"save us both alot of trouble if you just didn't wear 'em." he mutters, grip loosing on your wrist. his eyes don’t leave yours, and there's an eerie firmness in his stare.

you yank yourself away fully and glare down at him, "i wasn't aware my existence bothered you so much."

jason rolls his celadon colored irises, "existing doesn’t bother me. you messing with everything does."

there's a beat of silence. you’re not sure what to say back. there's a dissonance now—and it's too quiet. it feels wrong. you wait for the sardonic retort, the simmering anger under the surface. instead, he sits back relaxed, casually tossing his book aside.

"you went on that date to get under my skin, didn’t you?" his brows narrow and his voice is rough, but there's no fire behind it, just resignation.

"does it matter?" you fire back, crossing your arms over your chest. "you said you didn’t care, remember?"

"yeah, well, i lied." he admits, his eyes finally meeting yours fully, the weight of his words lingering in the space between you.

you stand frozen for a moment, caught off guard by the confession. you’re so used to his biting remarks, the endless back-and-forth. this is new—too straightforward, too honest.

“you lied?” you repeat with an inflection, unsure whether to believe him or not. this could easily be another one of his plays, another way to draw you in and then shove you back out again. the cycle.

he huffs, running a hand through his messy hair before sitting up straighter, hands falling to his thighs. “yeah, i lied. big shocker, huh?” there’s a hint of sarcasm, but it’s mostly exasperation. he’s tired, as if he's finally had enough of the game.

you don’t know exactly what to say. so many little fights, all the times you both pushed and pulled, trying to get a reaction out of each other—it all feels hollow now. the tension’s still there, but it’s shifted, less sharp, and more fragile.

“why?” the earnest question slips out before you can stop it. you don’t know if you’re asking about his lie or why he’s admitting it now, but you ask regardless. too nervous to try and make yourself more clear.

his eyes flick up to meet yours, and for once, there’s no mask, literal or physical. just jason. your jason.

“because i do care,” he mutters, almost begrudgingly, like the words are the most difficult thing he's ever faced. “i always fuckin’ care, and that’s the problem, isn’t it? you think i don’t give a damn, but i do. too much, probably.”

jason never talks like this—had never. never let down his walls in this way. perviously the most you got was a huff and a murmured "i'm heading out".

like he’s cracked open a door that’s been locked for years, you’re both standing on opposite sides, unsure of whether to step through or slam it shut.

“then why do you act like this?” you ask, voice softer but still confused. “why do you make everything so hard?”

his lips press into a thin line, and he exhales sharply. “because it’s easier to be pissed off at you than admit how much i miss you. how much i hate seeing you with someone else, even if he's a fuckin' loser.”

“jason—” you start, unsure of what to truly say. a mixture of slight annoyance and reverence sit in your chest, your mind spinning to find the right words, “do you mean this? or are you jealous? because i’m not going to start this up again just for you to push me away when it starts getting serious.”

his eyes narrow, despite himself, “see? much easier when i’m just pissed off at you.” he shakes his head, sighing, “of course i fuckin’ mean it. i don’t lie to you. never have, sweetheart.”

you're still staring him down, the last of your resolve fading out, "you're serious?"

he tilts his head back, eyes closing, "for once, yeah."

you move to sit beside him on the bed, watching your legs bounce instead of replying. jason sits up straighter, and you can see him staring down at you from your peripheral. he's fiddling with his thumbs, a trait you associate with him muddling over his thoughts. probably contemplating exactly what you are: where to go from here?

his fingers brush against yours and he clears his throat, "i don't expect anything. hell—you don't have to want anything to do with me after this." he pulls his hand away from yours slightly, "i'm an ass. i've been angry for... well, a long time. but mostly at myself, for fucking it up with you. and i wanted to tell you."

you take his hand in yours, not missing the way he freezes up at first. still shocked by your comfort. you take a breath before you look up at him, "thank you," you start with what's easiest. "i like it when you care, when you tell me."

he hums, staring down at your interlocked hands.

"i've missed you too, jason. it's no fun pretending i don't." you keep your tone gentle.

a second follows, and then the dam breaks. jason leans into you, resting his head against your shoulder. such a simple gesture, but so unlike jason todd. there's nothing inherently romantic about it, and it's not desperate or solemn—merely human. human vulnerability so rarely displayed willingly.

you don't pull away. you could, and you know you could. but no part of you wants to. you're perfectly fine to sit like this forever. it soothes you in a way you weren't aware you needed soothing.

there's no fight left in either of you, at least none for each other. there's no kissing and making up, no loud voices and slammed doors—nothing like how it once was. just a sincere conversation and baby steps, but in truth, it's the closest you've come to reconciliation in years. and it feels good, healthy—saccharine.

you don't make any promises, nothing set in stone, but you stay like that for a long time. soaking in each other's presence. and when sleep becomes unavoidable, it's jason's arms you ease into.

[modawg]

it has always been so cute to me that even tho a war has just happened half of camp is destroyed or dead that the campers still thought it would be fun to bully percabeth

like did we ever learn why all of camp was just there when annabeth and percy kissed ??

like did annabeth recrute ppl to help ??

like maybe annabeth got malcom to help with the cupcake and he started the wildfire that was “annabeth and percy are sitting really close ALONE together for his birthday” so everyone went to eavesdrop or smth

or actually tyson definitely did that by accident now that i’m thinking abt it like he just told ppl who asked and everyone was like “thanks for letting me know >:)”

i always kinda thought maybe clarisse knew it was percy’s birthday and was planning on being a menace but when they pulled up annabeth was already there then the kiss happened and everyone was like “holy SHITTTTT”

like maybe the plan was to dunk percy in the water but they couldn’t find annabeth so they showed up late just to witness the kiss some kids probably cried a little but clarisse was like “sick now i can dunk BOTH of them” so that’s what they did

to me i always loved that clarisse was the one to be the head of that bc throwing them into the water to celebrate wasn’t for her - personally i don’t think clarisse could give two real shits abt percabeth actually dating or not (not that she doesn’t think they should- it’s just not her buisness) but yk who did ?? selina

there were probably long talks where all selina talked abt was the percabeth tea

“i have insanely hot gossip right now. >:)”

“ooo really?? >:)”

“yeah and it involves your two favorite people >:3”

“oh…really…… :|”

i like to think that was for her and i love that

[restlessmaknae]

i'll be the moon // taesan

Taesan was most definitely not pining for you, he was just… curious. Curious about you, your opinion on their songs, your favourite flavoured milk, your favourite colour, the exact shade of your eyes from up-close… Wait, was that what pining for someone meant?

➳ Characters: Taesan x female reader/you

➳ Genre: high school au, rich kids au, slow burn (Taesan is down bad for Y/N, but she's oblivious at this point), fluff

➳ Words: 3.1k

➳ Warning: mentions of parental pressure, an argument

➳ A/N: Since you've voted for a Taesan POV chapter for 'i'll be the sun', here it is! This turned out to be more of a prequel story because 'i'll be the sun' picks up the storyline from senior year, but I hope you enjoy down bad!Taesan in this. 🤗

Check out the KOZ International High series masterpost!

It all started in sophomore year. At least, for Taesan, it did.

It was one of those very ordinary, very dull days at the very end of September, the chill of the October breeze already present in the air, the pressure of the upcoming tests looming above the students. Taesan, for one, didn’t care that much about academics. Even though he didn’t want to disappoint his parents and play with the money they paid just so he could study at one of the best international high schools in Asia, if not the world, he already knew that he didn’t want to be a lawyer or a doctor or a businessman like most of his classmates.

It was just difficult to break it down to his parents because when was there ever a right time for such a confession? Not to mention the awkwardness that seeped into his bones at the very thought of telling his parents that he wanted to do music. Not for fame, not for fans, not for money. For self-expression.

Besides, KOZ International High didn’t exactly favour musician wannabes. At least, not for now. However, seeing how you had set up a Maths club last year as the first freshman to do so, he felt encouraged. Maybe no one would want to join a music club, but he could give it a try. He just didn’t know how to do it, how to actually make a music club. So he turned to the only person who had actually created one (thanks for the idea to Leehan who had actually paid attention to such details in freshman year).

The problem was how to approach you, and make it seem like an innocent question, not a favour to ask or something he wanted you to help with as in ultimately being indebted to you. You already had a lot on your plate, he could tell. As opposed to him, you did well, you were neck-to-neck with the class president in terms of grades, you attended competitions, and you were also the head of the Maths club. He was constantly in awe at how you could function like a normal human being because it didn’t seem like there were enough hours in a day for his growing body’s sleeping needs, and he did a third of what you did within a day.

One afternoon, when your best friend, Selina, disappeared somewhere, and you were left alone at your table, Taesan took the chance to walk up to you. Then, he faltered, wondering how to actually get around to asking the question, but by the time he could come up with a plausible conversation starter, you had already looked at him, your head tilted in confusion.

“Can I help with anything, Taesan?” You inquired, and though your voice was void of any malice, he could tell just how odd this situation might have seemed to you. This was probably the first time Taesan willingly talked to a girl in his class, much less you.

“Uhm, yeah, the thing is…” He started, looking around once as if any of the students around cared enough to pay attention to you two. Needless to say, no one cared, so his secret would be safe with you, he hoped. “I want to create a music club like how you set up the Maths club last year, but I don’t know how to do it.”

Taesan couldn’t tell whether you were surprised or relieved to hear such words, but he could tell that you definitely didn’t expect him to blurt out something like that. Not that he could blame you, he couldn’t really flaunt his MCR shirts when he was forced to wear a uniform to school, and he didn’t really care much about classical musicians during Music class, so you couldn’t have known. It wasn’t something obvious like Anton’s swimming career.

“Oh sure, I can help you with that. There’s a form that you need to fill out, you also need to talk with the head of student services, and you need to book a room, preferably one of the music rooms in your case for the whole semester, but it’s all pretty straightforward,” you broke it down to him in one-go, and damn, was he impressed. He was completely speechless by the fact that you answered him in such detail, and that you even thought about the music rooms!

“I can send you the details via Kakaotalk if you want,” you added a bit later since he still didn’t speak up, just stood there by your table.

He pulled himself together and thanked you profoundly because it wasn’t even as bad as he had thought so. Quick and efficient, he was glad that there was no further interaction needed, but before he could go back to his seat, you spoke up again.

“I’m sure the music club will be a success, so don’t let the paperwork get you down,” you remarked with a gentle smile, and it was the first time Taesan’s heart skipped a beat due to a girl, and it wasn’t out of embarrassment.

“Thanks,” he mumbled with a probably very mismatched expression because he was partly surprised, partly touched and most definitely shy. You were the second person (after Leehan) he told about his aspirations, and even though you couldn’t have known about it, it meant a lot to him that you already believed in him and in his music club.

Sophomore year was spent focusing on music for Taesan.

Somewhere along the way, he also managed to blurt out to his parents that he created a music club because he wanted to do music – as in professionally. Though they were hesitant at first, they gave in to support his dreams if he studied well enough, so they made an ultimatum. As long as he had good enough grades, he could continue with the club and his aspirations, and he would go onto higher education to study music because if he had a certificate, he would have better career prospects. Knowing his parents, he knew that it was the best deal he could ask for, but he also knew that they wanted him to go onto university because they didn’t believe that his band would make it big.

He couldn’t blame them though. Even the recruitment for the music club was a pain in the ass because whilst Taesan wanted to make music, he didn’t want to sit through interviews with students who wanted to join the club and do all the paperwork that was needed. Initially, he almost failed to make it happen because at least five students were needed to create a club, and he only got four including himself – Yechan, Jungwon and Gyuvin. So to save him from the teenage angst of having his plans hijacked right at the beginning, Leehan signed up for the club, but he wasn’t there, only on paper.

To be honest, Taesan didn’t have a lot of choice, but to make a band with the boys who had signed up (voluntarily), but it worked out perfectly (it was ‘fate’ according to Yechan who liked to be overly dramatic with his words). There was Jungwon on the drums, Gyuvin on the synthesiser, and Yechan on the guitar alongside him. All of them could sing well, but the songwriting was mostly up to Taesan. Even choosing a name for themselves was easy because all other band names were… well… rather interesting. Take ‘Ketchup and Mustard’ (Gyuvin’s idea) or ‘KOZBOYZ’ (Yechan’s idea) for instance, so they went with one of Taesan’s ideas, and that’s how they became Insomnia.

Their first official gig was at the school’s Christmas gala which usually consisted of more and more boring speeches by the principal and head teachers regarding the school’s achievements and upcoming plans, students singing a Christmas song from their own country which took up most of the time and maybe a few dance performances that were actually fun. This time, Insomnia performed two of their songs as the ‘first band in the school’s history’, and even though they were a bit reluctant to do so because their songs were not exactly Christmas-friendly, it turned out to be much more of a success than they would have thought so.

Suddenly, students from other years knew their names and greeted them in the corridor, girls wanted to talk to them – including Taesan which terrified him at times –, and Yechan’s Youtube channel which originally documented his life at KOZ received so many questions regarding Insomnia that the boy decided to make a Youtube channel for the band itself. Soon, they started uploading covers and the followers poured in, even from non-students.

However, Taesan was curious about only one person’s opinion, but it would have been so awkward to go up to you and ask for it. What’s more, what if you thought that he was full of himself, and wanted to fish for compliments, from girls on top of it? Despite his newfound popularity with the band, he wasn’t interested in picking up girls, and it was enough for him to listen to his best friend who was completely head over heels for the class president. Taesan would be horrified if he were to say such things, let alone out loud.

“If you like her so much, why don’t you just tell her?” Taesan asked at one point, exasperated, because he was sure that he would rather poke his eyeballs with his chopsticks than to listen to his best friend go on and on about his crush’s beautiful eyes and the prettiest smile he had ever seen.

“Taesan, my friend,” Leehan leaned closer to him as if telling a secret, though in the busy canteen, he was sure that no one would hear them well if they weren’t eavesdropping in the first place. “You clearly don’t know anything about love. Love is all about timing.”

“As if you’re an expert or something,” he rolled his eyes and turned back to his half-empty food tray, his appetite gone. He grabbed the tray and walked to put his tray on the rolling cart nearby, only to almost bump into you and Selina on his way back.

“Oh sorry,” he mumbled, shooting an apologetic gaze in your direction. He would have probably completely disregarded your friend’s presence if she had not spoken up, her voice full of fury.

“Watch where you’re going, boy. Just because your band blew up doesn’t mean that this whole place is yours,” she exclaimed, totally uncalled for, but before he could react in any way, the girl stormed off.

You and Taesan both watched her go before your eyes met. You directed a forced smile at the boy, your eyes tired and telling stories that he wasn’t sure he could decipher.

“Sorry about that. She’s having a bad day today,” you justified feebly, but the boy wasn’t interested in the reasoning. Instead, he inquired, totally serious:

“Do you think I’ve changed because of the band?”

You were visibly taken aback by his question for a few seconds, your eyes furrowed in contemplation, but then you were quick to reassure him.

“No, I don’t think that you have. Not in a bad way, at least,” you let him know, and he could tell that you were genuine, you didn’t just say so to toot his horn. Before he could thank you for saying so, you excused yourself and followed Selina to a table.

Maybe this wasn’t the kind of opinion he was looking for, but it was still something, and he would take it over nothing at all.

Sophomore year gave him little to no chance to ask you about your opinion on the band, and junior year rolled by in no time. Insomnia had a performance at the ceremony for the opening of the school year, and his eyesight may be damned, but he couldn’t decipher your facial expression from the stage. He hoped you enjoyed it nevertheless.

Since Insomnia was now considered a somewhat serious band, Taesan didn’t have to go through the ordeal with the paperwork for the music club because they could rehearse in the music rooms as a band, and they didn’t break any rules over the 5-member threshold requirement for clubs. Now they were asked to perform at pretty much every school event, and Taesan enjoyed being busy with the band.

However, after a while, his band members became curious how he had come up with lyrics for their songs, and Yechan was very vocal about his curiosity.

“Dude, I know you say that you get inspiration from movies, books and such, but do you always engage with content where someone pines for the other, but doesn’t dare to confess?” The guitarist inquired once after particular practice, and suddenly, all eyes were on the leader of the band.

Taesan looked at all the boys one by one as if one would start laughing and say ‘you know what’ with a shrug, they can totally believe that Taesan is into such content. Instead, Gyuvin’s lips curled into a knowing smile, something that seemed pretty intimidating at times. Times like that exact moment.

“Wait! What if he’s the one who’s pining for someone?” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully, and Taesan’s defense mechanism kicked in immediately.

“What? No way! I don’t have time for girls.”

“You don’t have to have time for girls. Sometimes, it just happens along the way,” Yechan cooed, and Taesan seriously thought about committing crime and strangling either Yechan or Gyuvin on the spot. Or both of them.

What nonsense! He was most definitely not pining for you, he was just… curious. Curious about you, your opinion on their songs, your favourite flavoured milk, your favourite colour, the exact shade of your eyes from up-close…

Wait, was that what pining for someone meant?

“Leave him be. If it’s a girl at school, we’ll know about it sooner or later either way,” Jungwon shushed the boys, but there was a cunning smile in the corner of his lips, so the band leader wasn’t 100% reassured that they wouldn’t bring up the topic in the future.

They were right though. All of them knew that it was you he had been thinking about after the class trip during summer. He wished it hadn’t been that way, but he managed to walk in on Selina getting mad at you when he volunteered to let you and Selina know that they could come down to the bonfire which was set up on the last night of the trip.

He found the two girls in a corridor inside the hotel, and whilst Selina was with her back to him, he could see you clearly; how your usually calm and composed expression crumbled, how the bright light left your eyes, and he also caught sight of your hands shaking by your side.

“Why can’t you see that it’s been hurting me? You are such a terrible friend! You’ve never felt sorry for me even though I’ve always been a worse student than you. You are so smart, pretty and kind, but can’t you see that you make everyone feel insignificant beside you because of that? That’s why you had only me, because I thought I could tolerate that, but I can’t,” Selina bellowed, and it was just like the day she had gotten mad at Taesan. She could formulate the words so eloquently, the boy would have believed her because there was truth to her words, but since he knew what you were like, he knew that Selina was just being jealous. Instead of saying so, she masked her insecurity with jabbing at you.

Selina only realised that Taesan was there when she spun around and caught sight of him by the elevator. She let out a curse seeing him and ran down the stairs instead of calling the elevator. Taesan could have huffed at her, cursed at her or questioned her behaviour, but instead, he looked at you only.

He watched you take in his features that were free of any judgement, and maybe you hoped that he would just leave. But he couldn’t.

“Are you okay?” He inquired gently, quietly, but also a bit awkwardly because he had no idea if he had any right to ask you after what he had seen and heard. He couldn’t just leave without a word though. Maybe if you had been someone else, he could have willed himself to stay out of it, but you were you…

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you nodded after a few moments of silence, and it hurt for him to see you put on a smile for he knew it was anything but genuine. “What were you trying to say when you came upstairs?”

“Oh, the bonfire is ready. You can come down for dinner,” he responded matter-of-factly, and you thanked him for it in a similar way. He watched you walk away and take the stairs, the sound of your footsteps echoing in his mind for a long time even after you had left.

That’s why he kept gazing in your direction by the bonfire, and that’s why he decided to sit next to you on the bus the next day. He caught sight of Selina taking a seat beside Liv, and he could see that you watched the whole scene yourself. He made a lame excuse of having had enough of his friends’ chattering and didn’t want to speak to anyone during the upcoming bus ride. Then, he acted as if he didn’t see that you were the one whom he sat beside, and put his earphones in, pulling the hood of his oversized hoodie over his face, so that it could cover him while he was pretending to sleep.

In all honesty, he was just hoping that nobody would bother you after the night before, and you could rest a bit. He didn’t even do anything when you dozed off and your head landed on his shoulder. He wasn’t even sure that he would be able to do anything because it seemed just so right.

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[sketchp00ch]

What I Think The Rogues Would Smell Like

Joker- Surprisingly he keeps himself pretty clean when he’s not covered in blood or chemicals. I see him put on basic cologne though (a cheap on from Ross probably). But for some reason there is a hint of patchouli to him…

Harley- She smells like an older sister’s bedroom from the 2000’s, but in a good way! Like the inside of a Victoria’s Secret from 2006! I also definitely picture her smelling like vanilla or something sweet like strawberry shortcake!

Penguin- Sometimes when he’s out doing crimes, or just relaxing by himself, he smells like fresh fish (mackerel to be specific, as I like to headcanon that would be his favorite snack). But when he’s being a gracious host at the Iceberg Lounge- he wears one of the most expensive French colognes out there (Le Monde Sur Mesure maybe)! Man’s spared NO expense!

Riddler- Like Oswald, I imagine Edward would wear expensive cologne (Tom Ford or Versace) when he’s out for a fancy gathering/events or when he makes a typical dramatic entrance and starts monologuing. Majority of the time though, he always smells fresh out the shower, the man’s hygiene is TOP TIER. But, if I want him to smell like anything when he’s at home chilling: Irish Spring or Harry’s.

Scarecrow- Aside from the fear toxin smells that linger on his costume (fear toxin probably doesn’t smell that pleasant…), I imagine the man would smell like cinnamon or pumpkin pie (or just regular pumpkin). Or if he’s having a depressed week, he’d probably smell like a barn with a hint of rum.

Poison Ivy- I mean… Girlie is literally a plant person. Surrounded by flowers everyday. Roses especially so… She would smell like fresh roses. Simple.

Killer Croc- Stinky. Typical sewer water smell. With a hint of blood… I wonder why… But on his more cleaner days, I imagine him smelling like food? Like grilled sirloin with a lot of seasonings for some reason?

Catwoman- Just like Oswald and Edward, Selina spared NO expense with her perfumes. She smells like expense perfume, that she definitely didn’t steal (specifically Clive Christain or Dior).

Two-Face- Harvey may be unhinged, but stinky? Hell no. He’s got standards. Not even on his most manic or depressed days would he allow himself to smell anything but fresh. He would wear high quality Italian cologne (Stefano Ricci for example) like any respectable crime boss. But on other days I imagine him smelling like lavender/lilac, very calming smells, it’s for himself so he can feel relaxed when he’s alone with his thoughts.

Bane- I don’t know what the Venom smells like per se, I’m just gonna assume it probably smells funky… Bane to me, looks like he’s nothing but pure post-gym musk. However, he’s still a man of class, and he sometimes wears something strong like Florida Water cologne.

Mr. Freeze- Victor I feel like doesn’t smell like anything. For a man to be incased in ice 24/7 I doubt any BO would come off of him. Colognes don’t do anything for him so they’re a no. But if I HAD to think of a smell, I would say the inside of a freezer. That’s it.

Mad Hatter- I think Jervis would have a rather interesting smell to him, on one hand I’m thinking florals but soft florals like daisies, but on the other I imagine him to smell like chamomile tea.

[yandere-wishes]

So based on your what vision the Gotham boys would have I got ideas (I’m still new to the Gotham boys so this would be very out of character)

Dick and Jason would have anemo

Tim would have dendro

Damien would have pyro

I don’t know much about duke but maybe electro

I'm actually so surprised anyone noticed that 💞💞 okay so here is my full analysis on DC (batman centric) x Genshin Impact cross-over. Yes, I went super overboard w/ this lol.

💝 Batboys

We're on the same page about Dick,Tim,Duke, and Damian. It's just Jason that I think would differ

Bruce Wayne - Cyro, Claymore

Dick Grayson- Ameno, Polyarm

Jason Todd - Pyro, Claymore (Red Hood)

Jason Todd - Cyro, Claymore (Arkham Knight) my logic here is that despite hating Bruce, he ends up being so similar to him on a spiritual and fundamental level.

Tim Drake - Dendro, Polyarm

Damian Wayne - Pyro, Sword

Duke Thomas- Electro, Bow

Barbra Gorden - Electro, Catalyst

Kate Kane - Hydro, Polyarm

💝 Rogues

Obviously, I went too deep with Harvey's. He'd definitely have two visions, one for either side. I can fully image him having a vision before becoming Two-Face. However, sometime after the incident, while he's climbing up in Gotham's underworld, his Harv personality also ends up getting a vision. Also, he's totally a Sword user cause lady justice and all that.

Harvey Dent - Hydro/Pyro, Sword

Roman Sionis - Ameno, Bow

Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham) Cyro, Catalyst

Jonathan Crane - (Pyro/Dendro/Ameno), Polyarm : Now, onto Jonathan Crane idk if he'd be a dendro, Pyro or Ameno user cause all three fit his MO so well.

Edward Nygma- Dendro, Catalyst/Polyarm

Poison Ivy - Dendro, Catalyst

Selina Kyle - Electro, Sword

Victor zsasz (Gotham) - Electro, Bow

Victor zsasz (BOP) - Ameno, Sword

Dr Phosphorus - Pyro, Catalyst

Joker (general) - dendro, Sword

Harley Quinn - Pyro, Polyarm

Alexis Kaye - Electro, Catalyst

Jerome Valeska - Geo, Bow

Jeremiah Valeska - Hydro, Catalyst

Slade Wilson - Geo, Claymore

Respawn - Geo, Sword

Talia Al Ghoul - pyro, Polyarm

Ras al ghoul - Dendro, Claymore

💝 Other DC Heroes

Clark Kent - Ameno, Claymore

Jon-El Kent - Ameno, Catalyst

Conner Kent - Pyro, Catalyst

Hal Jordan - Dendro, Catalyst

Kyle Rayner - dendro, Sword

Oliver Queen - Dendro, Bow

Roy Harper - Pyro, Bow

Conner Hawke - Electro, Bow

Berry Allen - Electro, Catalyst

Wally West - Geo, Catalyst

Bart Allen - Ameno/Electro, Catalyst

Arthur Curry - Hydro, Polyarm

Garth - Hydro Sword

Jackson Hyde - Geo, Polyarm

Minhkhoa Khan - Ameno, Sword

Phantom-one - Hydro, Sword

Angel Breaker - Pyro, Sword

Diana Prince - Ameno/Hydro/Electro, Sword

Low-key really want to write a Genshin Impact DC AU. With reader as the traveler. Tyvat is still Tyvat, but the nation's are...

Gotham (Cyro)

Metropolis (Ameno)

Star City (Dendro)

Central city (Electro)

Coast City (Geo)

Atlantis (Hydro)

Blüdhaven (Pyro)

Themyscira (events only like the summer event)

I'm not quite sure what exactly would happen in the AU other than reader trying to find their sibling. Lord knows my Traveler would just be chasing down Harvey and Roman and doing their character quests. Just need to find out how to make it all yandere

Also, I forgot about the star system. Who do you think would be 4 starts, and who would be 5 starts??🤔🤔

[gothamite-rambler]

Catwoman’s reaction meeting the first Robin

I think we can all agree that while the first Robin proved himself as a hero, especially when he became Nightwing—people still find it a bit odd. This goes double for Gotham's rogues, who used to deal with a man in a batsuit. Sure, Robin can fight and be awesome—I'm not taking that away from Dick Grayson’s Robin—but let's be real: he definitely gives off that “aww!” vibe. I mean, who wouldn’t question why Batman has a child sidekick dressed like that? Bruce did try to keep Dick from being a sidekick, and in some canons, they even begged him to wear pants! But it’s still a bit strange.

To our story…

Catwoman stared at the young boy clad in brightly colored spandex, swaying back and forth with curiosity and bemusement. The warm smile on his face drew Selina’s attention, prompting her to lift her goggles for a better look.

Catwoman: Now… this is… hm. Yeah, that’s all I can say to this.

Her confused stare quickly shifted to Batman, whose weary expression indicated he had anticipated her reaction since it was the fifth one this month.

Catwoman: I owe like five villains twenty bucks each.

Robin (waving): Hi!

Catwoman smiled and waved back at the child sidekick, but the high-pitched tone of his voice confirmed her suspicion as she pointed at him.

Catwoman (pointing at Robin): That’s a… he’s a child.

Batman: He’s my sidekick.

Catwoman (her seductive voice dropping to concern): Your sidekick is a child. All you did was confirm he’s a child!

Batman: It should not matter.

Catwoman: Did you… sweet Jesus, did you kidnap him?

Batman: No! Tell her no.

Robin looked around, grinning, weighing whether to confirm or deny the accusation of his father. He tilted his head, awaiting Batman’s reaction.

Batman (thinking): Don't shout; he’s just a kid.

Batman (relenting): I’ll buy you the stupid toy!

Robin (smiling): He’s my dad and has raised me well.

Catwoman (trying to process this): Great, fantastic... he just said “dad.” He’s your kid!

Batman (hesitating): Ye- Yes.

Catwoman: Why are you babysitting at a time like this? While I’m somewhat mentally stable and wouldn’t hurt a child, don’t you deal with psychos like the Joker?

Batman: That doesn’t mean anything. Can people stop focusing on the fact I have a nine-year-old sidekick?

Catwoman (shocked): He’s nine?!

Batman (regretfully): In hindsight, I realize that wasn’t the best defense.

Robin (in an adorable voice): My birthday was a few months ago! I’m Robin, and I can do flips and tricks! I promise I won't hurt you too bad, ma'am.

Catwoman dropped her whip and clasped her hands together, admiring the adorable young sidekick with rosy red cheeks and a bright smile. Robin waved at her again, still confused.

Catwoman: Maybe it’s because I’ve been going through baby fever, or maybe it’s just how cute he looks in that little hero suit, but he’s not a mean little gremlin... he’s so precious!

Batman (his fatherly instincts kicking in): You aren’t raising him.

Robin stuck his tongue out at Batman, who shook his head in annoyance. Catwoman’s smile widened.

Catwoman: He’s not afraid of you, either. At least I hope so. Why you’ve got such a precious little child concerns me… but just look at him! Look at him in that suit.

Batman looked at Robin, then back at Catwoman, realizing this was worse than he had anticipated. She was about to hug him!

Robin (blushing, holding his head down): Huh? Aww, thank you!

Catwoman rushed over, scooping Robin up and spinning him around gleefully. Batman stood aside, perplexed and frustrated.

Catwoman (cooing): I can’t believe how adorable this possibly kidnapped child is! Do you know how cute you are, little one?

She held Robin in front of her, and he smiled with his eyes closed, soaking up the affection. Catwoman planted a kiss on his cheek before gently placing him back on the ground.

Robin stood there, looking like he’d rather not continue the fight. He usually didn’t enjoy being treated like a child while crime-fighting, but Catwoman felt different.

Robin: Batman, let her go. She’s sweet.

Batman: I should’ve waited until you turned thirteen; you’d be edgy and not adorable.

Catwoman: You stay here, Robin. I’m going to have a word with Batman… privately.

Batman (exasperated): Not again.

Robin (staying put): Okay! I’ll stand here and keep watch.

Catwoman walked over to Batman, gripping his arm and pulling him a good distance from Robin.

Catwoman: I’ve enjoyed our game of cat and bat, but why? Why a child? Why the costume? If you’re a child abuser, I won’t hesitate to—

Batman (offended): No! No! You are not finishing that statement. He is my son and I take good care of him. He wanted to be Robin; he picked the suit! He’s built for this! AND I AM NOT A CHILD ABUSER!

Catwoman rolled her eyes, leaning to the side to glance back at Robin, who waved eagerly.

Catwoman: Is he telling the truth?

Robin: Yeah, I really wanted this job! I had to beg him!

Catwoman (glaring at Batman): This is still off-putting to me, and that’s saying a lot. I’m in league with other villains, but those are bad guys like me you're supposed to be some type of hero. Although most heroes don't go for wearing a bat themed suit. There's this guy called Green Arrow who-

Batman: Don't speak his name into this conversation! This is different. I—lo—care about him.

Catwoman (suspicious): Hmm, I heard you had a child sidekick, but I thought it was a rumor or that you had a little person, not an actual child who can fight.

Batman: Why do you people keep ignoring the fact that he he can fight! I’m not using him for target practice or letting him be a punching bag, like half the villains claim! He's taken down half of them, so of course they’d lie about him being an innocent baby.

Robin (hopping up and down): I bit the Joker three times so far!

Catwoman: Okay, that’s good to know. I hate the Joker way more than I find you annoying, so I’m willing to believe your defense. The thing is that if you’re lying to me, we’re not going anywhere.

Batman: What do you mean? I'm arresting you.

Catwoman: Not that, Batsy. I’m a fabulous cat burglar, and you want to ‘catch’ me, but if you’re the type of creep that would be on a list, we can’t possibly be together, and I will not hesitate to deal with you myself. I will protect children, no matter what.

Robin: Batman, I can see why you have a crush on her!

Batman (blushing): What? I’m not into her! I'm not into you— Back to the what you said. I came to arrest you, and you’re judging me?! Are you rejecting me if I did want you, which I don’t!

Robin giggled, enjoying the tension between them.

Catwoman: Batsy, I have standards. If you’re a creepy prude, then I wouldn’t dare be with you. Which is saying a lot for a man like you. Know what I mean?

Batman: No. Explain.

Catwoman: You’re wearing a leather bat suit.

Batman: You’re wearing a sexy leather cat suit! You can’t judge me when you’re walking around like a vixen of the night!

Catwoman smirked, crossing her arms while Robin giggled at his father’s fumble.

Catwoman (holding her tail): I didn’t mention “sexy” with yours. 'Vixen of the night' is a good description for me. If you want me to—

Batman (stammering, blushing): I— I’m not doing this! You’re under arrest, and I reject you! There, I said it!

Catwoman: Oh, all right, take me in, Batsy. But if you harm a hair on that angel’s head, I will chop it off!

Batman (annoyed as he turned Catwoman forward): Just walk forward and stop calling me Batsy.

Catwoman shrugged with a playful smile and walked ahead. Robin scurried over to Batman.

Robin: Batman, don’t yell at the nice cat burglar.

Batman (embarrassed): Robin, not now.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for derpsheep behind the cut; “a fake cryptid and a real romantic”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Superboy’s only five months, four weeks, and one day old, Tim tells himself. The “time of his life” is not a particularly high bar to set. 

Then he jumps off the roof because he can’t even pretend that’s convincing enough to make his stupid stomach stop doing quadruple somersaults, so at least he’s gonna blame some actual somersaults for that. He drops his grapple line out of Robin’s wings and fires it across the street, and it catches one of the gargoyles–or one of the gargoyles catches it; best efforts aside Tim’s never managed to figure it out either way–and he swings across and hits one of the lower roofs running. The Batman might not follow if they run off decisively enough, so yeah. 

Might. 

“Um, bye, Mx. Batman, nice to see you again!” he hears Superboy call back to the Batman, and then Superboy’s zipping through the air past him, keeping pace at roughly eye-level as Tim runs across the roof and grinning excitedly over at him. “Hey! Um, again.” 

“. . . heyyyyy,” Tim says, which sounds very weird in Robin’s voice but makes Superboy light up delightedly, so like . . . is probably worth damaging the city-spirit mystique a little, he figures. “Hunnnnnt?”

“Um–sure!” Superboy says. “But um–I made you something, too? If, um, you wanna see it later?” 

Tim is really not prepared for that, because he is ninety-nine point nine-nine-repeating percent certain that Superboy means he made him a nest. And if he doesn’t mean that, he definitely means he made him another diamond or something equally intimidatingly impressive. Tim, meanwhile, couldn’t even figure out if he should bring, like, freaking chocolates or something. 

He is so, so bad at dating. 

Also like . . . Superboy is really doing a lot more work here than he’s been doing, Tim can’t help feeling–Superboy’s the one coming to Gotham, and the one bringing presents, and the one stalking him well enough to know his usual patrol routes and literally kidnapping people for him, and, again, taught himself how to make a literally perfect diamond and then just gave it to him. The day they met! He just gave him a literally perfect diamond and also, like, Selina, if Tim wants to get technical about it! 

It is very hard not to get technical about it. 

So–yeah, Tim really needs to figure out something he can do for Superboy before he has to survive seeing whatever Superboy did for him. He’s already bad enough at dating as it is, he needs to, like . . . he doesn’t know, stack the deck or frontload or something. 

“Laaaaater,” he agrees, then jumps across the narrow gap to the exterior of the next building, catches his talons in the brick, and then scuttles up to its fire escape and then up that to its own roof. Superboy flies up after him, still seeming excited, so . . . well, at least he doesn’t mind waiting a little to show him whatever he’s gonna ruin his brain with, Tim thinks. So that’s . . . something, yeah. 

God, what is he supposed to do that Superboy would not only like but would also believe a city splinter would do for him? Like, genuinely, what are even his options here? 

Crap. 

Okay, maybe he should actually have talked to Dick about this. 

[hana-no-seiiki]

cat villain reader my beloved. I'm so obsessed with it already. Please tell us more.

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA THEY ASKED FOR IT SO YOU CANT BLAME ME NOW F-

@sophiethewitch1 hi here’s your daily schizophrenic voice giving you even more mental illness

another short one cause im still lazy asf

I feel like a broken record just playing different flavors of the same oc/reader on my blog with the batfam i swear

tim is the only batfam member who figured out your identity prior to your own snooping

mostly because bruce’s identity was already aired out to your by selina and damian being his blood born son + appearing out of nowhere was a given.

as such it provided a lot of interesting scenarios

such as that one week where you were extremely active in your heists. like more so than the usual which was already a lot.

of course, you always tried to keep a sense of mystery as your cat villain self so asking you as robin wouldn’t have worked

so tim decided to approach you in class ( you were his senior or maybe even a young, fresh out of uni prof) and ask you why you seemed so…different or frantic lately

“oh. am i?” tim narrowed his eyes. it was so you to answer with another question, even as a civilian.

“sorry, i’m just really excited about this new limited edition robin figure of the new guy in the suit and—“

you proceeded to go on a ramble about your headcannons of the dude, saying how different and/or similar he was to robins of the past and ofc how much you admired him

this leads to his eventual downward spiral into depravation and horny

oh and unrelated to the boys, my headcannons for reader’s powers are as follows (mostly inspired from cat related cartoon characters)

invisibility/teleportation (from kitty chesire)

and cataclysm (from chat noir)

okay back to the boys

you and jason definitely had the biggest enemies to lovers arc out of everyone

like next to dick and damian, jason and you definitely hated each other’s guts

at that time you were dating dick and wanted him to stay as robin. pretty much in denial and anger, which led to you lashing out on jason.

at that time you still had hope for batman’s parenting skills and wanted jason to not take the opportunity he was given for granted

eventually you two found a lot in common and after a lot of deliberating and losing your mind with thoughts of “what ifs” and “but what about”s you broke it off with dick to pursue him

only to find out that jason was killed

people that knew you say you moved on pretty quickly. as if he was no more than a passing thought in your pretty little head.

but people like selina knew that out of everyone on this planet, the incident broke you the most

turning you into this near-empty husk, an imitation of what you were like

only filled with fear and anxiety

you would hurt people more, be more reckless

and boy do these men like playing savior to the fallen like you.

EXTRA:

i absolutely believe that as soon as you found out red hood was jason you two boned. like literally on whatever street/alleyway/battle you guys were in

emotions were high

and you two definitely cried the whole time im not sorry-

also you two always quote pride and prejudice lines at eachother

went from rabid dog that bit you several times to your goodest boy fr fr

[seleneprince]

I've had the draft for the next chapter of Tales of Bats and Wolves open for what feels like hours but i've barely advanced because i'm just trying to put in order my ideas and decide what i'm actually going to include in the series because otherwise it'll be too much.

Now, instead of getting anything done, I can't stop thinking of the idea of N! Daughter actually being Catwoman's sidekick for a while as part of her training because seeked the woman out to learn her ways, and they both spend a year running around committing heists together. And ofc, Catwoman made her do it all in heels sharp enough to kill a person and tight leather, because if she you can't committ crimes with style, what's the point?

For this time, no one knows who Catwoman's new sidekick is. Some don't even know she exists, since Selina is actually a decent mentor and keeps her in the shadows because, well, she's only teaching her the ropes, she doesn't have to be involved in the gruesome parts of Gotham's underbelly (the girl does that by herself). Those who do know her call her Catgirl, which N! Daughter dislikes because she doesn't want to be a copy of Catwoman (which it's ironic because the suit she wears during the heists is very similar), but unfortunately, both Selina and Mrs Wayne find it amusing and like it. Suddenly, she's called kitty and catgirl by her mom and her mentor/somewhat mother figure?

It's even better considering Selina and Wife! Darling were friends in their youth until they went separate ways for a while, but Selina was definitely there when she gave birth and got to hold the baby sometimes until she left again. Years later, getting asked by that same baby, now older, to be mentored by her feels like one of the universe's jokes.

Anyway, just keep coming up with scenarios for this. Maybe they cross paths with the batfamily and they just don't recognise Catwoman's new companion (why would they?). She stands far from them and wears her own suit, rarely speaks and vanishes before anyone can catch her. Selina covers for her. After all, Bruce should be capable of recognising his own child. This falls on him.

No one guesses it...except one person.

*After everyone's gone*

The Signal: "Since when do you work with Catwoman, weirdo?"

Catgirl: "Excuse me?"

Signal: "C'mon, sis. I knew it as soon as I saw you. I didn't say anything because i wanted to hear you first. But seriously, what the hell?"

Catgirl: "Look, it's complicated. She's just training me, okay? So what's a couple of stolen goods?"

Signal: "I don't care about that. I meant your outfit. Geez, you look like you're about to star in the cover of a Playboy magazine. Was it really necessary?"

In the end, he keeps her secret because they're besties (and ngl he wants to see how far she can take this before the batfam figures it out).

Spoiler: They never do. She quits when she feels she's learnt enough and wants to go solo, and no one ever finds out her identity.

[nana-luvy]

. Well I have eyes, I'm gonna use them

Installment of the Mine series

warnings: fluff, playboy!Luke, fem!reader, daughter of Athena!reader, swearing

Because he can't help but gravitate around you, for some reason he can't quite start to comprehend.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Maybe he couldn’t fully admit yet whatever he though deep inside himself, but what Luke could admit was that he wouldn’t let a single failure deter him in his attempt to… whatever his attempt was supposed to be driven by.

And if the boy knew one thing, it was that he had this effortless charm. He didn’t think about it in a very narcissistic way —or maybe he did, sometimes—, more as a fact, clearly noticing the heads turning as he passed by and the whispers emerging when he came near, and more than once using it to his own advantage. He didn’t even think it, he just did it.

Maybe sometimes did he overdo it ? Just a little, he thought, though his clear reputation as a player among campers was, well.. well-earned. And it did put him in sticky situations, like the current one with you, or the one that lead to it… Nothing he wanted to think about, really.

Luke shook his head suddenly, trying to get out of his thoughts with his curls bouncing softly from the movement, with a coolness to make his fan-club sway for. But as he opened his eyes back, they immediately locked on your figure like on a target, walking around the stables as you helped Silena with her chores. Oh yeah, that nice soul you were… Made him feel some kind of way he wouldn’t dare to describe, each time.

It wasn’t before he snapped out of his sight-seeing session that he realized his legs had lead him right to you, now only a few feet away, gaze still trained to you as he watched you laugh with your friend, giving her some kind of bucket before retrieving your hand to lightly brush your hair away from your face. Did his legs feel wobbly ?

But as you came closer and closer into view, his mind was one-tracked like a stuttering, broken record, playing ‘take me back- take me back- take me back” on loop, and the only way it suddenly could express it was through his biggest quality and worse weakness: his effortless, cocky and confident charm.

“If I promise to be the second-smartest person in the room from now on, will you at least pretend to miss me?”

You turned to the voice as you heard it, not that you needed a face to understand who it was when it was one you knew all too well, eyes crossing his unreadable ones. You forced yourself to turn your attention back to the box stall you were in, realizing Selina had slipped away to go get a new brush. Dammit.

“You’d actually be third at best, Castellan: the winged lady beats you to second place,” you replied flatly, gently patting the pegasis on her side. “What are you doing here ?”

“Hmmm, I don’t know…” he dragged, taking a couple steps to lean his shoulder on a wooden pillar. Why did he always have to look this effortlessly hot ? “I just passed by and saw you, and then I was just here… A pretty girl always has a whimsical kinda way to drag me to her. You should really wear your hair like that more often, it's pretty.”

And that flirty lilt rolling off his tongue with practiced ease had a way to make you both melt on the spot and want to splatter that bucket of dirt, hay and unspeakable filth right on his head. But you carried on doing your task, or rather Silena’s —though she’d now definitely left you alone to it—, trying your best to ignore his crowding presence. “Save your flattery for someone who’s actually interested, Castellan.”

“I mean, I have eyes.” Luke slowly walked the few steps separating him from the stall divider, his gaze like a warmth you could feel on you without even looking his way. The boy leaned forward in your direction, resting his forearms on the wood, his chin lazily put on the back of his hands for support. “And you really make me wanna use them solely to see you…”

“On how many people did you use that line, exactly ?” you answered, trying your best to sound unbothered. But oh, oh, did he look like everything you dreamed off.

You’d heard stories, of how Aphrodite could change her appearance to look the most attractive to whomever had the privilege of speaking with her. And now you were certain, if you ever had the chance of meeting her, she would look exactly like Luke in this moment: tamed curls falling in faux-mess over his forehead, the orange hues of the late afternoon painting his face with a halo of light like none ever seen, lazy smile dancing on his smile like in a daze. And your heart faltered, there, for a second. For a second, you thought of giving in to whatever trick he was playing again, because being a toy to such a being would never be as bad as having to stay away from his divine aura.

There had been a beat before you’d replied and, to your dismay, Luke wouldn’t have missed it for anything, obviously using it to his advantage.

Your eyes were still absentmindedly drifting over the lines of his face when his tongue darted out to wet his lips, snapping you out of it immediately. “You know, for someone who seems so confident in their newfound hatred, you sure hesitate a lot when you try to push me away, bunny.”

You didn’t know if the blush dusting your cheeks was from nervousness or annoyance, but you knew the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips was sure to make your blood boil. You shook the thoughts away, the ones that spoke good of that thorn in your side that was Luke, trying to get your wits back under his heavy gaze. So you turned away from him, trying to carry on whatever chore you were doing that you’d almost completely forgotten about the moment your eyes met his.

“You know,” you eventually started, reluctantly going back in the guy’s direction to pick up a stack of hay. “For someone who values themselves so much, you-”

“I value you more, though.”

“Ugh !” And you’re surprised his cheeky smile didn’t make you implode from irritation on the spot. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes to dismiss the turmoil in your mind, and closing your fingers harshly against the string of the haystack to try and release your growing frustration. “Why can’t he take a fucking hint…” you muttered under your breath, standing back up with the item in your hands and turning around towards the back of the stall.

But a hand immediately shot out to tug at the hem of your orange camp shirt, pulling you back towards its owner in a sharp movement. “What ? Running away from me already ?”

You obviously snapped. “Stop it ! I might be wise, and only half as reckless as you, but that’s actually way more recklessness than I need to punch your teeth out of your mouth. Got it ?”

Luke winced in discomfort as your hand gripped his tightly, nails digging in his skin the same way your wild gaze did in his soul, and he let go. “Geez, you don’t have to overreact like that, bunny. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Yeah well, you clearly did. Now get out of my way before I move you myself,” you threatened, throwing the stack on the pile from a few feet away before stoming off, Luke having barely enough time to get out of the way before you barged out of the stall with heavy steps.

Uuuuh yeah gonna try and post once a week yeahhh (part 3 us currently one lonely paragraph.)

Also, people in the tag list ? I smooch smooch you so hard it's so weirdly incredible????

Hope you like it <33

- Nana

taglist. @cas-planet @spider-ghoul @smileysunshinesworld @mlbmarichat13 @makinbananapancakes @imafuckinstar @alucardsdaddyissues

[alfredda-butt-ler]

I need more jason todd with mommy issues. like obviously he also has daddy issues, but he’s had a consistent father figure in his like sense he was 12.

But he lost Catherine to young and the only other mother figure he had pre-death where Nocturna (which was retconned) and maybe Selina (not really canon).

Like his mommy issues were so bad he died.

Then post-death you have Talia, which if we are thinking in canon, is definitely not a mother figure.

But one of my favorite headcanons is that Talia is Jason mom, so to add that in, i’d like to think that he went through years of training for her, just to get her approval and love.

Him just feeling terrible watching people around them have moms in their lives, and even worse when it’s his own siblings and their mother-like figures. not that he would admit to it.

[thebigbadbatswife]

Focus

Pairing - Selina Kyle x F!Reader

Summary - After hitting dead end after dead end on your current case, Selina pulls you away and into the bath. Her goal? To get you to focus on her and only on her.

Warnings - Light Dom/sub, Bathtub Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Teasing, Fluff. (If I missed anything, lmk!)

Word Count - 2.3k

“See? Isn’t this so much better than pouring over all of those case files all night long?” Selina purrs in your ear. She presses a kiss to your neck and gently nibbles at the skin there, sending shivers down your spine. She only moves away from you so that she can take another sip from her wine glass.

The two of you are lounging in her bathtub. You’re sitting between her legs. Your head resting against her shoulder and very much enjoying the way she’s running her free hand up and down your toned leg. The bathroom is bathed in the soft glow from the candles placed around the room and a small, portable, table has been set up next to the tub. Sitting on top of the table is a wine bottle and your almost full wine glass.

“Alright. Fine. You were right.” 

You are thoroughly enjoying the feeling of the hot water and the fragrance of the oils that she’s picked out tonight. As well as the company of your very naked girlfriend. You can feel it leeching the tension and stress from your very bones. 

The cold case you have decided to pick up is driving you mad. You feel like all you keep hitting are dead ends with it and your head had started to hurt. A break’s definitely needed and you’re already feeling much better. When you return to it, you can now look it over with refreshed eyes and, who knows, maybe you’ll finally see something that you must have–

A yelp leaves you as she pinches your nipple, completely shattering your thought process.

“You’re supposed to be relaxing, not thinking about that blasted case,” she reminds you. Her thumb smooths over your poor nipple before she gives your breast a gentle squeeze, causing a small sigh to leave you.

Her hand slowly drifts away from your breast, moving down your side and back to your leg.

“You’ll figure it,” she says after a few minutes. “You always do.”

You turn your head to look at her. “You think so? Not even Bru–”

“He’s not as good as everyone claims him to be.” Selina takes another sip from her glass before setting it down alongside yours. With her, now free, hand she trails a nail along your jawline, stopping at your chin. “Now stop thinking about that case, stop comparing yourself to him and just focus on me.”

She kisses you softly and sweetly. You smile into the kiss as one of your hands comes up to cup her face.  She’s right. Again. You should be focusing on her right now. Like the way the hand that was resting on your leg is now slowly grazing the inside of your thigh. 

As much as the tub will allow you to, you spread your legs. You know that she gets the hint as you feel her hand travelling upwards. Her fingers slowly part your lower lips and she presses the pad of her fingers against your clitoris.  Another soft sigh leaves you, giving her the perfect opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss further. 

You are doing exactly as she told you to. All of your focus is on her fingers and the way she slowly strokes your clit. Her touch is extremely light as she brushes her fingers up and down your sensitive bud. It’s almost lazy. The way that she’s touching you. Almost as if she’s bored. 

It’s a big difference to the way that she’s kissing you. What was once soft and sweet is now passionate and hungry. 

You wiggle your hips, not caring if any water sloshes over the side of the tub. Your only goal is to try and get some more friction from her fingers than what she’s currently giving you.  Selina breaks the kiss and gives your clitoris a pinch. The sting and suddenness of the action has you yelping again as your hips jolt. This time water actually goes over the edges of the tub and splashes onto the floor. 

“Behave,” she almost hisses, “or I won’t let you cum at all tonight.”

“Okay. I’ll behave.” The words comes out quickly and makes Selina laugh. 

Despite the fact that she wants you to relax tonight, you know that she will absolutely follow through with her threat. Using her time to bring you to the edge multiple times, but never actually letting you go over it. At times, you enjoy being bad and disobeyed her. You like seeing how far she’ll go, but tonight you would rather just listen to her instead. 

“Good girl,” she purrs as she starts to lightly touch you again. Her lips come into contact with your neck, kissing and sucking at the skin there.

You relax against her and let your eyes close. Since you’re not allowed to move your hips, you settle for trying to spread your legs a little more. Giving Selina more room to play with you how she sees fit.  Slowly, she starts to apply more pressure to her touch. Her rubbing becoming a little more insistent, drawing a soft moan from you. The urge to move your hips with her rises up inside of you, but you fight against it. Keeping what she said in mind.

Selina feels the tension in your body as you fight against the urge to move your hips. She laughs softly as she continues to press her lips against your skin. She works her way from your neck, across your collarbone and to your shoulder. That’s where she sinks her teeth into you. You gasp as your body jolts, sending more water sloshing over the sides.

She stops touching you again. Her hand trailing back up your body to pinch your nipple, hard, making you jump and gasp again.

“What did I say, baby?” 

“Not fair,” you whine. “You did that on purpose.”

She laughs darkly and twists your nipple again. The pain goes directly between your legs, making you more desperate for her to stop edging you. What do you have to do for her to just fuck you?

“Selina please .” You’re not above begging. In fact you’ll happily beg if it means you’ll get what you want. “ Please fuck me.” 

To your surprise, she actually takes pity on you. Tutting softly, she releases you nipple and her hand glides back down your body. Her fingertips gently graze your clitoris and you expect her to stop there. She doesn’t. Her fingers slide through your folds and she presses them up against your entrance. She circles it slowly, teasing you some more, before finally pushing two of her fingers inside of you. 

You gasp at the very welcome intrusion, your body already responding to her as it squeezes her fingers. She curls them, pressing them against your velvet like walls, searching for that spot that always makes you see stars. You both know when she’s found it as you moan, loudly, and your body squeezes her fingers more.

Moans continues to spill from your lips as she moves her fingers. Two quickly becoming three. Every time that she pushes back in she presses against that same spot, stars blooming behind your eyes. At the same time, her head ducks down and she takes your nipple in to her mouth, her tongue swirling around the hardened bud.

One of your hands grips her wrist. Even you aren’t entirely sure if you’re trying to push her away or pull her closer. All you know is that you are so wound up from all of her teasing that the pleasure is quickly becoming overwhelming. 

“Selina!” you gasp. Your head falls back against her shoulder as you do your best not to move your hips too much, in fear that she might stop. 

She smirks against your skin as she releases your nipple. “That’s it, baby. Let go.”

Despite the build up in the volume of your moans, your orgasm is completely silent. Your mouth drops open in a silent cry as your body locks up and you clamp down onto her fingers. She fingers you through it. Keeping up her pace right up to the moment that it starts to become unbearable. 

You collapse against her, completely out of breath. Her fingers stroke your thigh as you slowly start to come down from cloud nine. Your legs shake as you take deep breaths.

“Such a good girl for me,” Selina purrs as she presses soft kisses to your cheek and jaw. 

You nod and make a soft noise of agreement as your eyes flutter closed. 

“Don’t tell me you’re tapping out already. The night’s still young and you did want me to fuck you, didn’t you?”

You look at her, confused. Hadn’t she already done just that?

Selina helps you out of the tub and leads you back tot he bedroom. Despite your protests about soaking the bed, since you’re straight out of the bath, she shoves you onto it.

“Selina!” 

She shrugs. “So we’ll need to change the sheets. I think we’ll survive.”

Her reply has you laughing. From where you are laying, you watch as she walks over to the dresser. You drink in the sight of her well toned legs and ass. God, your girlfriend is so sexy.

Already you know which drawer she’s going to open and what she’s going to pull out of it. In fact, you’re buzzing with excitement.

Before you know it, she has you spread out on the bed and she’s pushing her strap inside of you. It’s one of her larger ones so there’s a slight stinging, but it quickly turns into pleasure as she starts to move.  She rolls her hips slowly. Easing the silicone cock in and out of you, getting you used to the size of it. You whine softly, your fingers gripping the sheets of the bed.

“Fuck,” you gasp breathlessly. You’re so sensitive from your previous orgasm, pleasure is already building up inside of you again.

With the hand that isn’t on your hips, she trails her nails down your front, between the valley of your breasts, scratching you gently. Goosebumps erupt across your skin as you arch your back into her touch. A whimper for more passes through your lips. 

“I want you to open your eyes first, baby,” she coos.

You do as she asks, not even aware that your eyes had closed to begin with. Your eyes meet hers. The emerald of them almost swallowed completely bly the black of her pupils.  She looks so sexy, you think again. The sweat sliding down her flushed skin, trailing over her abs, her hair sticking to her forehead and the way that she moves her hips as she thrusts into you. 

You want to kiss her. 

You push up and reach for her. Selina smiles and laughs as she leans in. her lips eagerly meet yours and she swallows the moans that leave you as she starts to pick up the pace. Exactly as she had promised, she finally starts to fuck you. You mewl as you fall back. She follows, keeping your lips connected, her hand cradling your face as she continues kissing you. Tongue and all. 

This is one of the parts you love the most. The stark contrast between the way that Selina kisses you soft and sweetly to how she fucks you nice and hard with the strap.

Suddenly, the toy deep inside of you jumps to life. You gasp as it starts to vibrate, adding to the pleasure that’s already flowing through your body. Her other hand returns to your hip and her grip on you is harsher than it was. She breaks the kiss. Her lips grazing against your own as they never fully leave yours. A breathy moans leaves her. To your ears, it’s the sweetest sound in the world. 

Hooking your leg around her hips, you pull her down further. Making her body flush with yours. Your hand, that isn’t currently buried in her long curl hair, slips between your bodies and you start to rub your clit. Hurrying you toward your next climax.

Your second orgasm is far louder than your first. You cry her name as it rocks through your body. The vibrating of the strap adds to the intensity of your climax.  Selina comes not long after you do. She moans your name as her own orgasm rocks through her body, her nails digging into your skin and marking you as hers. 

Just as the sensitivity starts to become way too much, she switches the vibrations off and pulls out of you. She undoes the strap’s harness from her body and throws it to the side before flopping down next to you.

You are completely relaxed and exhausted, your body boneless as you lay there, panting, and staring up at the ceiling. The bed next to you squeaks as it moves and she’s kissing you again. Sighing softly, you kiss back.

“How are you feeling?” she asks.

You hum. “I really needed this.”

“Mmhmm, when will you learn that I’m always right?” she laughs.

You gently swat at her, but she catches your hand and pins you to the bed. She looks you over and just as you think she’s going to make you cum again, the doorbells rings. 

Before you can stop her, Selina is pulling away and slipping on her silk dressing gown to go and answer the door.

Who would be ringing the doorbell at this hour? 

Your question is answered when she returns to the bedroom and the smell of your favourite takeout follows her. Your mouth waters as your stomach growls. Making you aware of just how starving you are. When did you last eat? You can't remember.

Not giving a damn about your nudity, you reach for the bag. Which she gives up willingly. 

“How’d you know that I would starving?” you ask.

“You tend to forget to eat when you’re focused on a case,” she replies.

You raise an eyebrow at her. “So you decided to have sex with me first?”

She shrugs, a playful smile on her lips. “I had to break your concentration somehow.”

[fabcreature]

for no particular reason, here's how i like to think about some batman ships (superbat, batcat, brutalia, batjokes)

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superbat: i don't personally ship them, but i definitely get the appeal, and i like to think they have a bond like no other. they're friends, and they're not in love, but they love each other, so so much. they understand each other in a way no one else does, lois doesn't understand clark the way bruce does, alfred and none of the robins understand bruce the way clark does. their comradery is unmatched. and tbh, they can have a little crush on each other, as a treat. not like hopelessly in love, just a casual little crush you get on your best friend sometimes.

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batcat (plus some analysis about bruce vs batman identity stuff): they are a two-person love triangle. bruce wants selina, but selina doesn't want bruce. selina wants batman, but bruce can't let her have him.

in another life they might be together and happy, but not in this one. maybe if bruce's parents never died, he never became batman, he never had to create a false persona to hide his true self, they would have met under different circumstances, and they could've fallen in love and gotten together in a mundane, comfortable way. or maybe if selina loved brucie instead of batman, they could get together, with bruce continuing to keep batman and his true self hidden from selina, because he would do that if it meant he got to love her.

but alas, that's not how it is. bruce can't let himself be loved, not his true self, the one batman is closer to. he can't let himself be vulnerable like that, he considers himself unlovable, and besides, his mission is too important. in the end, he loves gotham and batman more than anything else. that's what he devotes himself to.

bruce wayne, in his heart, was a man who was supposed to settle down, get married, have kids, be happy. but he's not bruce wayne anymore, not really, he's batman. ever since his life turned in the direction that made him batman, the chance for that happy simple life was taken away from him. bruce wayne could have gotten married and been a family man. batman could never. bruce wayne died the same night his parents did.

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brutalia: i'll be real i'm not super familiar with talia yet, but i want to learn more about her and i will. but for now, i have a very simple analysis of their relationship. former lovers, who used to be in love, aren't anymore, but kind of are. talia claims to still love bruce, but truth is she hasn't for a long time. meanwhile bruce claims to no longer love talia, but in truth he still does, even if he wishes he didn't. but he loves how they used to be, who she used to be, who he used to be when they were together, and he can't help but hold onto those memories and still love her. but he doesn't want her back. despite his foolish heart still yearning for her, he knows going back would only end in disaster.

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batjokes: i am a batjokes stan first and foremost, sue me. they're obsessed with each other. they're soulmates that are destined to destroy each other. joker loves batman so much he hates him. bruce hates joker so much he loves him. they complete each other, and in doing so they also doom each other.

the joker is obsessed with batman to the point where he wants to hurt him, and wants to be hurt by him. it's the only form of release he can get for all that pent up tension, he needs batman, and the only way he knows how to have him is for them both to hurt each other. to the joker, their rivalry is a game, and he's having a blast. he wants to keep playing the game forever and ever, until eventually batman kills him. joker truly believes that's how it will end. there's no other way it could. one of these days he will have pushed batman enough, and he will kill him. and he will die with a smile on his face.

also important to note that it's batman specifically the joker wants. joker doesn't know who batman is outside of the uniform, and he doesn't care. because he knows whoever's behind that mask is irrelevant and fake. batman is the true man. joker knows this. whoever he is in his daily life is an act, and he lets his true self out at night when he runs along rooftops and beats up villains in his stupid cape and cowl. because he's crazy - joker is hellbent on proving this, proving the fact that batman is just as crazy as he is, making him face it, accept it, he's no better than the clown, no more sane. batman's near equal obsession with the joker proves it.

bruce is obsessed with the joker. he doesn't want to be, but he is. maybe because when the joker insists they're the same, he's hitting bruce where it hurts. maybe because he wants to prove the joker wrong, by being better than him. maybe because he wants to prove the joker right, by helping the joker be better. yes, bruce hates the joker's guts, trust me, he really does, he despises the clown. but for whatever reason, he finds himself caring. worrying. in the angry parts of his heart, he wants to destroy and kill the joker. but in other parts, he just wants him to get better. bruce hates their rivalry, their neverending game of cat and mouse. he desperately wants the game to end. and he doesn't want it to end because there's no one to fight anymore. he wants it to end because the fight is over. because the joker finally allowed himself to be helped, and he would be rehabilitated, he could live the rest of his life as a stable, happy man, leading a normal, unextraordinary life. a life bruce knows he'll never have. he spends his life fighting for other people's right to that life.

that will never happen though. the joker believes it's too late for him. he believes we are not in control of our lives. we are slaves to the cruel, uncaring, random chance of the universe. so he's insane, and so is the batman. and they will keep fighting, forever and ever and ever, until...