#the batman x latina reader

[creationcitystreet-em]

Found

Sequel to Captured

Bruce Wayne (Robert Pattinson) x Latina Reader

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, drugging, abuse, suggested sexual abuse, blood

A/N: omg I’m so excited that I wrote this because I’ve been having such a case of writer’s block for months and I just had all my creativity show up before bed. I’m sorry if there are mistakes, I did not reread/edit it because I was just too excited to share it and I have to wake up early for work tomorrow. I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think!

word count: ~1400

Masterlist

You sat in the chair you were strapped down to with tape across your lips. You scratched at the wood beneath your fingertips, dry blood from your nails already at the cracks you made whenever you were in the chair. This was where the riddler put you when he was otherwise occupied. 

As terrible as it was, it was still better than when he put his attention on you. He would take the tape and ropes off and drug you, causing the rest of the experience to be hazy and all the more terrifying because your mind couldn’t focus on what was going on. The memories you did have when the drugs wore off made your anxiety rise as all you could remember were glimpses of a smack across the face, or being thrown against the wall, or lying in what you assumed was his bed. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to picture anything else, trying not to let your imagination run wild with the events over the past few days already in your mind. You tried to picture Bruce, his voice and his eyes, before they got distorted by the riddler’s and it just caused you to start crying all over again. 

You knew Bruce wasn’t resting until he found you. He was already consumed by the hunt of this masked murderer before you were captured, you could only imagine what he was like after seeing the video of you that was sent out into Gotham. Which is why you had whatever hope left inside of you aimed at Bruce finding you before it was too late.

The riddler had strapped you in the next room earlier when you heard a gunshot come from the window he would watch out of. You tried to focus on the commotion outside, someone had to have known you were in there. Before you knew it, you saw him run past you and out the window in the bathroom and then you heard glass breaking outside in the hall. You began to cry out to whoever it was the best you could with your mouth taped shut. The front door was slammed open and you heard heavy footsteps walk in. Just as he rounded the corner you made eye contact, you began to sob tears of relief. 

It was your Bruce, as the batman, standing in front of you. He was lightning quick in getting to your chair to cut off the ropes and take off the tape. As soon as you were free you jumped into his arms, your own tightly wrapped around his neck. You continued to sob into him and never wanted to let go. He squeezed you back and buried his face into your hair as he let out a shaky breath. 

He reluctantly loosened his grip as a swarm of cops flooded the apartment. You barely registered the incoming people as all you wanted to do was keep hold of Bruce, not thinking about how it would jeopardize his identity. 

“You’re safe now,” he stated in his rough voice with a friendly pat on your back in order to maintain his cover. Part of him wanted nothing more than to throw it all away and take care of you properly as Bruce instead of as the batman who wasn’t supposed to know you at all. However, he knew that in the long run that could only bring more danger to you and he would never let you be put in a situation like this ever again. So he mustered up all the strength left in him to remain just the man who saved your life and not the man who loved you more than anything else in the world. 

“She needs medical attention,” Bruce said as he turned to Gordon next to him.  

“Well get medics here right away, they’ll take her to the hospital. Miss Y/L/N, do you know where he went?” You finally came to your senses and realized you couldn’t continue to hold onto Bruce like you were. 

“Thank you,” you said through your tears towards Bruce before loosening your grip. “Thank you.” You pulled your hands away and squeezed them tightly together as you took a half step back and looked into the most calming eyes before you. You looked down slightly and tried to focus on Gordan’s question. “Umm, the bathroom,” you said quietly. “Out the window.” 

As they both began towards the bathroom, you couldn’t help yourself from shooting your hand out and gripping Bruce’s arm, stopping him from walking away. You gave him a terrified look, worried that if he left your side for even a second, something bad would happen to you again. Before Bruce could say anything, Gordon saw what had happened and spoke up.

“Y/N?” he asked gently as approached you. He saw a scared young woman who was clinging to the only safety she knew in the man who had saved her life. He knew he would have to help get you to let him go. “We’re all here to help you, we’re here to protect you, I promise. The best way he can help you right now,” he nodded towards the batman, “is by catching that son of a bitch. Medics will be here soon to take you to a doctor, and they’ll get your fiance there. Bruce Wayne, he’ll be there.” 

“Ok,” you whispered and nodded slightly. You looked back into Bruce’s eyes, trying to come to terms with the idea that you would have to leave so he could finish his job and then eventually he would come back to you. “Thank you,” you said to Bruce, but you hoped that he knew what you really meant behind your words. You wanted to say ‘i love you’, but this would have to do for now. He sent you back a nod, and you knew it was his secret way of being able to say it back. You gave his arm a small squeeze with your hand before letting go. Wrapped your own arms around your body and gripped your skin for support. Soon you were whisked away and sent to the hospital. 

You couldn’t tell how long it was before Bruce finally showed up in his normal clothes, running through the door of your hospital room. He quickly sat himself on the bed beside you and gently put his hands on your face. He wiped the tears falling from your eyes with his thumbs and kissed your nose. It was something he often did to make you laugh. All it did this time was make you cry harder. You wrapped your arms around his torso and buried your face into his shirt, smelling the distinct ‘Bruce’ smell he had that brought you a little comfort and peace. He held you close to his chest and rested his cheek on top of your head. He couldn’t hold back his own tears any longer and finally let them fall. 

He had you safe in his arms and he was never letting go again. He didn’t know everything that had happened to you while you were at the hands of the riddler, but his mind couldn’t help but think of the worst. He tried to push those thoughts away and made a promise to himself that he would do whatever it took to help you through healing from this horrible experience. You had been the light for him for so long, he would try his very best to be the light for you now. 

And you would need that light, because the more memories that came from your time being kidnapped, the darker your world felt. You knew Bruce blamed himself for your capture, but you would never place that on him. He was your everything, and he took care of you and made you feel less broken inside. Nothing would change the love you had for him and the feeling of safety you had when you knew he was around. And he knew that he was incredibly lucky to still have you in his life, and he wasn’t going to jeopardize that ever again.

[luvly-writer]

ONE SHOT AND SERIES UPDATES

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

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

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

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

XOXO: Tim Drake x Reader

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

Crimes of a Mother: Batfamily x Sibling! Reader

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

AS FOR THE NEXT TOPIC:

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

[tarrenterror25]

I'm not at a tejano club.

I'm not daydreaming about taking/teaching that very yt man dancing to some cumbia or bachata.

My thirst is satiated.

[knightsteapot]

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ SOME CONTEXT BEFORE READING

ANYTHING BEFORE SAYING "TE AMO" is a very short SMAU series with Jason Todd (Red Hood) and Reader (Latina anti-heroine).

Fluff, comedy, action, probably some spice... Yeah, most likely ehe.

First chapter

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ PROFILES

NILTAVA: In other words reader. Your past is a story for another time, you don't remember anything and sometimes it's better, especially when you're conscious you suffered after being kidnapped and transformed into a weapon. You never went back to your family, not even when the Justice League gave you the chance, no, that life wasn't yours anymore.

You were not a victim, not now, you solved the issue by yourself, you punished the people behind the whole damned project, you destroyed their lives as they destroyed yours. Batman wasn't happy about it, but what's done it's done. Maybe he pitied you enough to understand your reasons, who knows? At least him and his "family" were not as bad as you thought for the first time, no, actually the only one you wanted to punch was that cheeky bastard: Red Hood, he was always interfering with your plans, with your revenge, however, life works in mysterious ways... And now... Things are different.

After all the shit you went through and thanks to the person who took you out of hell itself: Jason Todd, you decided to become a hero but under your own rules, in general terms an anti-heroine, joining a nice group of misfits like you: the outlaws. You owed to Red Hood your new life, despite your conflicts at the beginning, what he did for you let you comprehend that kindness still existed in a twisted world like this. You were ready to follow that red helmet to the end of the world and back, but was it your way to repay his kindness or... was it something worse... like love?

BASIC DATA:

Codename: Niltava

Civilian Name: Ela/ Ella Flores

This is not your real name. You have a real name, the one given by your parents but it's long lost in your past, remembering it would condemn you to live a life full of grief and doubt that doesn't belong to you anyways. You let the batkids choose your new identity, you couldn't call yourself Niltava 24/7 did you?

Truth be told, you liked the fact that your name sounded good in spanish too. You disconnected yourself from your past but not from your roots.

Abilities: Combat and weapon mastery. You were brainwashed to be the perfect weapon and you indeed are.

Aura manipulation. After an expedition in your mercenary days, you made a contract with a goddess called Admena. Ancient goddess from a lost civilization, she said she's the goddess of primordial order but... Sometimes... You think chaos fits her better.

Extra: You use a a blue short wig when you're in your vigilante duty. Your secret identity is very important, exposing yourself so easily would be stupid.

MOREA: One of your best friends, you've been friends for around a year, an amateur witch who wants to become a high ranking heroine. Great power and ability to summon astral beings. You two met eachother working with the justice league dark in a very... Particular case.

BASIC DATA:

Codename: Morea

Civilian name: Katherine Simone

Abilities: Astral summoning. She can summon and control entities from the astral plane only if she's stronger than them, if not things can get complicated.

RED HOOD: Anti-hero and leader of the infamous outlaws. Ex-robin, won a round against death but came back with issues. Strong, smart, badass, intimidating outside... A heart of gold inside. Destiny made him discover Niltava's plan to take revenge, thought of her as the enemy, later understood what was really happening... Helped her as if his life depended on it. Got involved with his family again thanks to this. Doesn't really know if he likes it or not.

BASIC DATA:

Codename: Red Hood

Civilian name: Jason Peter Todd

Abilities: Combat, weapons and detective expertise. Extremely good doing what he does.

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ EXTRAS

Artemis de Bana-Mighdall

Bizarro

Roy Harper

Batfam

[reveluving]

but you? you - the shining light of his city, the one who provided books to foster those little minds with knowledge and escapism just like the librarians and bookstore owners of his youth did for him, the one who provides him so much pleasure as you squeeze and clamp down - with warm-toned skin, sweetly girlish moans, and a sensitivity to his touch?

Picking my favourite line was like picking one favourite dessert among hundreds but this paragraph in particular—I know it will not leave my head for a little while.

I knew I wouldn't be prepared for this, even if I was privileged enough to hear about this idea but my God. The whiplash I had as it switches from cute as fuck to what the fuck (in the sexiest way possible) is—lshdlxjxlsks IDK IT MAY HAVE DIED-ED.

Kirby, one day, Jason & Bella are going to KILL me if you continue to make heart-squishing worthy fics like this!! 😭💗💋

Punching at nothing but also kicking my feet in the aid because WHEN WILL THAT BE ME.

“santa, baby”

3,750+ words of jason todd spoiling his gf with sex and expensive promises for christmas.

contains: fem!reader (afab), spanish nicknames (latino!jason), fluff, praise, car sex, creampies, cursing, ‘prince of gotham’ era jason. probably typos since i wrote this in between shooting a film and preparing for a eight hour flight, literally based on a dream i had.

a smutty christmas standalone in a series of fics i’m cooking where jason falls in love with the reader who works at a bookstore.

please, please, please, if you like this re-blog with tags and comment, as my christmas gift. 🥺🥺🥺

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the red and white lights that decorate gotham’s streets reflect against the paved concrete of its black and gray sidewalks. paved walkways that have been left moist and reflective from wet snow, which falls quickly and silently across the darkened city.

within a few hours it will pile up, leaving some gotham citizens to wake up in the morning with the childlike joy that comes from the seeing snow-covered hills across central park that fall under their boots with a satisfying crunch. the others, the grinches, the older folk, and the working men and women that find this weather to be of intense inconvenience, will meet the site with grumpy chagrin, inflamed with annoyance at the soon-to-be icy streets and the overabundance of outside staircases left to be salted and shoveled.

you’re one of the former.

you adore the snowfall. you adore the way the white and icy substance clumps onto the awning of your beloved bookstore, complemented by the the laughter of the children who would run by it. you love all things that bring the symbolism of christmas time to gotham. you love the holly and wreaths that are visible from peoples apartment windows, the mistletoe, the large christmas trees that decorate both the inside of lobbies and the outside of the city’s center, the televised parades and of course, the shining red white and green mixture of lights that fix themselves anywhere and everywhere.

they reflect in a pretty glow against the window of your sleek car. the colors mix gently with the frosty dewdrops that patter against the glass. your hand reaches against that very glass, leaving an imprint while your mind wanders to the wayne christmas gala that you are all too sure you’re about to be late to.

the outside air may have a wind chill below freezing, but the clean, leathery seats your body is folded against are all too warm - slowly becoming moistened with beads of sweat and spit and the slick from between your thighs.

whatever protests you’d originally sputtered out about being late have since devolved into a menagerie of giggles and light, breathy moans - sweet and pleasured little reactions as your clit gets kissed by a hard tip again and again in the back of the car. it’s parked secluded in the safety of the private parking lot of the iceberg lounge. when under the penguin, the space used to be constantly dark. it was only ever pierced by the cool glow of the moon or - on riskier nights - the bat-signal. but the moon is covered with snowy clouds tonight, batman is busy preparing to entertain guests as his alter-ego, and the iceberg lounge is under new management.

‘management’ that decided the place could do with a bit more christmas light - a management who is all too happy to see your skin lit up in the faded emerald and scarlet that leaks in from outside the warm vehicle, while his large hands make themselves known, squeezing against your shaking thighs.

“jason-” you pant out, although the sound is almost completely drowned out by the light pat-pat-pat of his dripping tip being slapped against your pretty, quivering bud. his fingers were still wet from prepping you, and they take gentle care not to stretch or rip the expensive dress you’re in.

not that he couldn’t buy you a new one if they did.

in terms of expensive clothes, he hasn’t even bothered to pull off his boxers or black slacks all the way, only pushing them down enough to reveal the hard length that’s desperately prodding against your welcoming slit.

one of your hands slides down against the window while the other combs its fingers against the black fabric of his suit jacket, careful to avoid messing with the slicked black curls of his hair. the white swoosh of a curl in front picks up some of the bright color from outside as it mats to his forehead from sweat.

“alfred - ah -“ you start, only cut off by a brief and throaty noise when he sinks in just a little further. “alfred is going to kill us for being late.”

your concerned remark is met with nothing more than a smirk spreading itself across his handsome face, only broken when he exhales with relief and pleasure, rocking inch after inch into your incredibly warm walls.

“nah. he’ll kill me - he knows you’re the good one who always wants to be on time, babygirl.” his larger hand, with knuckles that are slightly bruised from constant altercations with criminals large and small, strokes the side of your face. he traces your red painted mouth. his smirk only grows when your lips press to leave a little kiss-stain on the pad of his thumb as his hips swerve, sinking himself further in.

jason lets out a breath of a laugh that transitions into a grunt as he continues.

“but you don’t focus on that, ma. you just focus that pretty little head on takin’ me nice and deep like always, yeah?”

a moan erupts from your throat; the pretty kind of sound that reverberates through the tight, cramped space that is the back of the expensive sports car.

jason, who grew up with barely enough food to constitute a quarter-filled pantry and hand-me-down clothes that often swallowed his scrawny form, never flattered himself to be materialistic. even having established himself as the red hood, a man with not only the most profitable nightclub in gotham, but a criminal empire at his disposal, he never found himself getting more than what he needed. enough armor and weapons to patrol the streets, enough groceries to keep himself fed for the upcoming week, and clothes that fit his huge frame well enough to keep him warm in the midst of the city’s beautiful and brutal winters. maybe a new book or two each weekend.

he was determined that everything he could spare would go to foundations for kids at risk of growing up like him. then, to the teachers and counselors that kept them educated and safe. then, to the volunteers that gave them housing and clothes and food.

but you? you - the shining light of his city, the one who provided books to foster those little minds with knowledge and escapism just like the librarians and bookstore owners of his youth did for him, the one who provides him so much pleasure as you squeeze and clamp down - with warm-toned skin, sweetly girlish moans, and a sensitivity to his touch? jason lives to spoil you with equal abundance. and an expensive car was only the start. it even occasionally came with a chauffeur when he felt like having you in his lap during a long drive. but for now, it’s just the two of you.

“shit, that’s it.” jason mumbles as his hips buck forward, meeting yours with each slow roll and engulfing his cock in slick. the heated and hardened skin is tickled by the fabric of your panties. so eager to be inside you upon his eyes drinking in the sight of your red and white dress, jason had only bothered to haphazardly pull your panties to the side when prepping your warm, pretty pussy on his fingers.

a low moan travels up through his chest as you grip him.

“that’s it, ma. fuck, doll, your grippin’ so tight. tell me, what do ya want for christmas huh, mami? you want a new dress after i make ya ruin this one?”

he chuckles but his offers only increase as you moan. jason loves the way your dimples show, cheeks warm with a flattered and pleasured smile every time he spoils you. he’ll never get enough of it.

“could get you a couple pretty new necklaces too, baby. diamonds or pearls, maybe a little golden ‘j’ on it? decorate this pretty throat…”

his large hand trails down from its place on your cheek to the sweet skin of your neck, giving the sides an experimental, barely-there squeeze. it’s incredible that his touch seems as soft as the hum of the christmas carols that stroll from the radio at the lowest setting, as subtle as the force with which the flurries outside drop to the ground. then, his thrusts turn more aggressive, reaching deeper and deeper and pulling more breathy noises from your voice as you look up at him. jason is a man who is able to kill with such efficiency that he’s sat as the first person to have controlled all of gotham’s organized crime in twenty years. he may not kill anymore now, but the strength and power to do so always simmers just beneath the surface of his being, and yet he treats you as if you’re made of porcelain.

“fuck. you like that, huh? like me makin’ it known that this you're my pretty little thing, bella?”

when you try to warble out a response, the pad of his finger lands on your tongue almost incidentally and without question you suck on it, eyes meeting the gaze of his jade colored ones with an all-encompassing sense of temptation.

sloppily, jason’s cock shifts in and out and his gruff voice spills out more - he wants to see his baby shake at just how much he can offer her.

“only mine - oh fuck. i’ll get ya anything then; you want earrings too, princesa? heels? more pretty red makeup? you know it’s my favorite color, ‘specially when it’s on you, pretty girl.” as if on cue, the christmas lights from outside switch to a more intense red, swamping you both in the beautiful shade.

“jay. jay, please - please.”

jason peter todd was trained by batman and as such, nothing much passes him by. he does not miss the sweet way your voice cracks, as your suck him in. he does not miss the wet, popping sound of your plush, kiss-bruised lips releasing his finger before you pleaded - still connected it by a pretty, thin string of translucent saliva.

“please what, baby?” he replies. even he’s surprised he can be coherent with you wrapped around him so tight. with how little space the car seat provides someone of his size and stature, you’re wrapped around his body like a vice. there is no space between the two of you anymore. any that could exist is filled with the sounds of quick breaths, rustling fabric, soft music, and wet pounding slaps. his deep voice cuts through it, hot against the shell of your ear.

“whatcha want, huh? what can jay give his angel? you want me to pull out and take you to the party so alfred and bruce won’t be mad, hm?”

you whine at even so much thought - cursing him out for the teasing, meager threat of pulling out.

“don’t you - hah - don’t you fucking dare.” you manage to protest with just a glint of sharpness in your otherwise needy eyes. it’s like you know he needs this too - needs to stake his claim inside of you before even so much as thinking of the expensive festivities that are soon to come. right now, the only thing that the prince of gotham needs to focus on is how you’re intentionally clamping down on his wide girth in a way that makes his breathing hitch and his hips buck.

“coño - shit.” jason hisses through his teeth, a warm spurt of pre-cum dripping inside your gummy, heated walls. “shit, ma, was just jokin’. god - you want my cum that bad pretty girl?”

you don’t even answer, body rocking along with the car. you instinctively bare your teeth, sinking them into the skin of his neck. latched to his throat with your sweet form, engulfed in red light, draped in pure white and scarlet fabrics, writhing in pleasure at the darkness and solitude provided by the cold night - you’d make a convincing enough vampire but it’s not his blood that you’re thirsty for. you're desperate to muffle the overwhelmed sounds you’re making and it’s the only part of him that your mouth can reach besides his own, as it’s the only part not covered handsomely by his black and red suit.

“do you want a pretty tree for our apartment too? like that one out there?” he suggests lowly.

it’s a beautiful one; iridescent from the mixed lights with white collecting on its sappy branches of pine. it’s the sturdy kind that doesn’t mind the snow. it fills the lot with a delicious scent of fresh pine and the sound of little ornaments twittering and tinkling together; both of which infiltrate the car whenever you’re not focused on the smell of his cologne, or the chanel fragrance he spoiled you with as an early christmas present, or the sounds of him rubbing his fat cock against the sweet spot that hides deep inside you - the wet bundle of nerves that he takes pride in being the only one to reach, to caress, and to pummel with his leaking tip.

jason’s grin is absolutely wicked, his green eyes looking supernatural when highlighted by the alternation of the viridian lights that seeps onto his freckled face from outside.

there is always something so irresistible to you when he’s like this. there is something rough and enticing about watching him bounce between red hood and jason. it’s downright intoxicating to know that you’re the only one who can see how he walks the line between the son who’s happy to see his family for christmas and the grumpy young man who hates the public spectacle of it all.

you’re the only one who can experience him as both the mob boss that wants to use his dirty money to be a philanthropist and the one that wants to spoil his angelic girl with a million expensive goodies. your body - with skin that is perfumed, heated and soft to the touch – is what keeps the score of him. him being a man so entranced by the beauty of his beloved that he wants to admire you from across the room and yet being a man who wants to keep fucking his hard cock balls-deep inside you.

and god, does it feel so fucking good. you moan at it, his words continuing as you pull away from the bruised circle you left on his neck and look up at him with hooded eyes.

“d’ya any more books, maybe? more rings and designer bags that’ll make those upper-crust showoffs we’re gonna see tonight get all blushy and jealous, hm, princesa?” jason, too used to the whispers and strange looks he’d always gotten at bruce’s galas, likes the idea of showing you off as an unattainable beauty.

you and him, willingly or not, serve the representatives of gotham’s working class amongst the old-school aristocrats, new-school company executives, celebrities, politicians and more than occasional gold diggers that make themselves known at bruce’s charity events just for a glance at the wayne family. it’s something jason had adjusted to by the age of 12 and then readjusted to even more post-death - which the only public knew as his ‘health crisis’.

they would always look down on him for his upbringing. he knows with full certainty that at least one person there would only ever see him as bruce’s charity case - the black sheep, the winner of the orphan lottery.

which is why it’s always so enticing to show that he’s the successful club owner with the prettiest girl in gotham on his arm and - at the moment - losing herself on his cock.

“do you want a view of all of gotham city, mami? the nicest penthouse in the city?” jason purrs, curls of white and black mixing against yours. “i can give ya that. tell me what you want, doll.”

jason uses what little leverage and space is available in this cramped, black car to lift up your hips - to slide in his dick at a deeper angle, to hear your moans reach a crescendo.

“to cum, papi - i want t’ cum just for you.” finally spills from your lips, just as slick, clear juices spill from your lower ones.

jason todd has always been defined as a strong young man, but for you, on a cold winter night, delaying his way to an overblown, if charitable, christmas party, he is oh-so-weak.

he can’t say no to such a sweet plea. he was never much one for denying you nor himself a good orgasm. jason’s never been one to edge you or ruin your climax - he would never, ever make you wait to cum. not because he’s giving, although he is. as a matter of fact, it is quite the opposite. he’s too selfish to ever deprive himself of the sight of his pretty girl writhing like a cat in heat under his weight.

your sweat-slicked skin, hidden under your still beautiful dress, shivers as his slow yet utterly precise thrusts continue. you give a high keen, as your fluttering core takes the wide-girthed length whole. your sensitive and hot cunt goes flush against jason’s hips. you gasp incoherently, eyes rolling practically to the back of your skull and your passage spasming along the thick shaft inside you.

your slit is shivering, aching as it presses snug up against his balls, even leaking translucent white onto his boxers as they stay hugged to his thighs.

to a small degree, it’s a christmas miracle of some sort that his pants aren’t stained in any way. it’s one thing to show up to an event late and another to show up sloppily. jason is not a fan of his adoptive grandfather’s chiding under any circumstances but especially not during the holidays. alfred can understand tardiness from driving in the busy and rowdy traffic of a snowy gotham during the christmas season. however, jason (who always brags of being the old chap’s favorite grandson due to their years sharing a birthday, a love of books and a proficiency towards cooking) would never push his luck by showing up looking disheveled in any way shape or form.

plus - while he used to keep himself hidden during these occasions strolling through the empty rooms of the manor in only the most casual of clothes - nowadays jason likes to catch sight of the bright glow that envelops your eyes upon seeing him suited up in formal wear. the almost nervously sensual gaze you gave when you saw him in a tuxedo for the first time, realizing how he stands taller and broader than his whole family? it’s engraved in his mind forever.

in a way everything that he does tonight – from his promises to shower you with christmas gifts, to him bringing you along as the only thing he is guaranteed to enjoy about this gala, to his slow strokes as he helps you ride out the pleasure of your climax – it is all to impress you.

“that’s it, bella. fuck - jay’s here to give you everything you want. everythin’, babygirl. fuck - want my cum too?”

a jolt of pure lightning in the form of pleasure wracks through jason when your pretty nails pull at his hair. your beautiful lips – which are covered in that smudged, christmasy shade of red – glow under the warm, alternating lights. they shine with the wetness of spit and condensation, and curve ever-so-enticingly as you plead for it. since even the joking notion of him pulling out got you so tight and pissed off at him, jason shouldn’t be surprised at how desperate you are for it.

more than willing to give you everything you want his muscular back arches as his hips pump mindlessly, his orgasm hitting him like a fucking tsunami.

for minutes jason’s wide hips stay trembling, buckling every so often as he continues to empty all he has into your sweet, welcoming, practically weeping cunt. the sound of him eventually disconnecting, finally pulling away from the dripping warmth, is a small shclick.

“i got you, ma.” he whispers, stroking his fingers across your face. “fuck, babygirl… good thing i got towels huh?”

both of you let out absolutely breathless laughs as his large hands skid along the fabric of your dress, partially checking for drips or stains, and partially to massage away any numbness and soreness caused many the collision of your hips against his in the cramped space. just the feeling of his fingers pulling the thin, soaked fabric of your panties back into place while white slowly bubbles and trickles out of you - it could almost make him hard enough for round two, right here, right now.

but you don’t have right now, as much as he might want it. he fully disconnects from you, cleaning what he can and setting both of your clothes back into place until look mostly put together. then his arm is back around your shoulder - tattooed, muscular and full of a downright nonchalant strength as he pulls you into his lap.

“all clean, angel? didn’t ruin that pretty dress, did i?”

“i’m good, mi amor.” you promise with replenished breath and a mind that is no longer hazed with melting pleasure. “jus’ might be a little numb walking out of the car…”

“then i’ll just have to carry you. all the more excuse to show off my girl to those upper-class -”

jason’s lips graze your neck momentarily, voice cutting off and becoming a low groan once his green eyes catch a glimpse of the time on his gold wristwatch.

“shit… ready to make a fashionably late entrance to all the gala shit? al’s gonna kill us.”

“us? no,” you retort, all too ready to tease him by repeating his earlier words, “he’ll kill you. he knows i’m the good one who always wants to be on time.~”

jason sucks his teeth, rolls his pretty green eyes and chides with a quiet humor - “one of these days, i’m gonna kiss that smart mouth shut, mama.”

his fingers slip under your chin, guiding your lips closer to his as you continue to whisper in your humored tone, breath mingling with his.

“oh, yeah? is that gonna be before or after the - what was it - the new dress and heels?” your lips skid against his once.

“and the necklaces?” twice.

“and the penthouse with the pretty tree…” a third time and on and on as he pulls you in, delighting in the notion of spoiling you, while his eyes are filled with adoration.

“and more, babygirl.” the red hood promises you, his deep voice carrying nothing but the upmost honestly. “merry christmas, bella.”

“merry christmas, papi.”

taglist: @lynswinterwonderland @elusive-honeydew @tteokdoroki @reveluving @diorsbrando @thornsnvultures

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Scream

Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Description: "When Jenna can't help but fall in love with her coworker, but she's too much of a coward to confess believing you don't feel the same, however, the girl is wrong you would kneel for her."

Words: 18.1k

Saju: "ENJOY IT LOVE"

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Jenna Ortega is a well-known name. She is an authentic woman with unreal beauty, creativity, cuteness, education, intelligence, and more. I could spend days complimenting her without getting tired. Like many people, I know Jenna from her works. Watching her performances on screen is already something gratifying and magnificent, but nothing compares to witnessing her talent in person.

How do I know this? Well, perhaps because, thanks to my job, I had the opportunity to work alongside one of the people I admire. Since a very young age, I have always been interested in parkour, martial arts, and boxing. Recognizing my potential in these areas, my father ensured I learned everything. Thankfully to him, I have the most enjoyable job – being a stunt double.

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You logically started with small films and series, sometimes even commercials and a few games. You had begun to gain popularity among directors, especially after being the stunt double for Zoë Kravitz in "The Batman" and being the motion and body model for a new character in the Resident Evil game franchise. The director of "Scream VI" was looking for a stunt double for Melissa Barreram, the actress playing Sam Carpenter. Like other stunt doubles, you submitted a video showcasing your skills. After seeing your performance and how adept you were at both agile and heavy movements, they hired you for the role. You've been enjoying the experiences to the fullest.

At this moment, you were heading to the set and also meeting with the cast. During the filming, you had gotten close to almost all the actors, especially Jenna and Melissa. As you arrived, you spotted Jasmine and Mason from a distance, quickening your pace to reach them. "GOOD MORNING, BEAUTIES!" You kissed both of them on the cheek. "Good morning, lovely! You woke up in high spirits today," Jasmine said after you sat beside her. "I also noticed. Does it have something to do with a 5'1" Latina who loves playing characters with no sanity?" Mason teased while ruffling your hair.

You weakly slapped his arms, scoffing as they both broke into laughter. But when you were about to say something, a familiar scream interrupted. "MELISSA, STOP!" In minutes, you saw a small figure running towards you and hiding behind you. "Y/n, protect me, plea—" Jenna was interrupted by a furious Melissa chasing her. They ran around the table, making everyone laugh at the actresses' cuteness.

You decided it would be better to stop them before someone got hurt. You got up, caught Melissa in your arms, and held her tight. She struggled a little, but your grip was firm. Though she might be taller, you were stronger. You placed her beside Mason and sat back down, chuckling. Jenna sat beside you, and you offered her a water bottle. After she thanked you and turned to the group, you couldn't help but laugh at the situation.

Your eyes roamed every detail of her face, from her freckles to her dimple, her button nose, and the lips you wanted to feel so badly. Jenna felt her heart jumping in her chest, as if she would pass out from how intensely you were looking at her. She started leaning her face towards yours, interlinking her gaze between your eyes and your lips. Hypnotized, both of you were so entranced by each other that you didn't notice when you were called, "LOVE BIRDS!! WE HAVE SCENES TO SHOOT!! STOP EATING EACH OTHER AND GO TO THE SET!!" Jasmine, always the sweetheart, got your attention, making both of you jump a little and put some distance between yourselves.

The staff and some actors had already entered; only you and Jenna were missing. You remained in silence, trying to tame your heartbeats and your blush. You heard Jenna clearing her throat, "Uh... I-I think it's better if we go inside too." Jenna said while getting up and walking to the set, not giving you time to reply. You stayed for a bit longer, trying to absorb what just happened. Would you guys really have kissed if you weren't interrupted? You put your hands on your head, sighing, and started your way to the set.

You had started the recordings, and now you found yourself restless and apprehensive. At the moment, you were shooting the theater scene, and seeing Jenna hanging there wasn't pleasant. You couldn't believe how many times this girl faced danger without fear. She had mentioned loving to do her own stunts, and you couldn't blame her. You felt incredible after your own acrobatics. Still, you feared that one day she might get seriously injured. You couldn't help but worry about her.

You almost ran towards her when the director gave the order for her to fall, but you held back and sat down again. Her character and Jack's had a brief dialogue, and following the script, Tara thrust the knife into Ethan's mouth. You couldn't deny that seeing her smile of relief after her action and the blood on her face made you more infatuated with her than you already were.

Just as it was said, you knew Jenna from other works, and since then, you admired her. Just like her fans, you couldn't resist the charms of this Latina. Since the first day of filming, you've been falling more and more in love with her. She doesn't help much in easing these feelings since, from the first day, she hasn't let go of you. Not that you're complaining, but trying to stop liking her is almost an impossible mission.

You would really like to confess your feelings to Jenna, but you feel that she deserves someone better, someone who understands her (in the work sense) and who is a beautiful woman that fits with her. You're just the stunt double, the tomboy, as some call you, simply because you have a more sculpted body, a muscular physique, and a tomboyish style. You've always faced these kinds of unpleasant comments for these reasons. Your friends always comfort you, and your small fan community defends you as much as they can.

Jenna also always comforts you when some of these comments shake you. She always says that you're like a Doberman, always with a stern face, ready to snap at anyone who comes close. She said she feels safe with you, as if she were at home. Lost in your thoughts, you hadn't noticed that they had finished the scenes. You also didn't see a certain short girl watching you attentively.

Jenna observed every trace of your face, every bit of you. From your curly hair to your tattoos, she loves every part of you. She finds herself hopelessly in love with you, every aspect of you, habits, words—you leave her fascinated. It wasn't in her plans to fall in love, but on the day she saw you, she knew her heart wouldn't hold up. She perfectly remembers how her heart skipped a beat after seeing you. You were in simple clothes that highlighted your curves and, most importantly, your muscles. But the fatal blow was the smile you gave her after hugging her.

But Jenna is afraid of this, of these feelings. She has always been more focused on work, never paid much attention to romance. But now, after getting to know you, she daydreams about your life together.

She wants to confess, but she never manages to. She always retreats before revealing her feelings, afraid that you won't fit into her life or even that you'll distance yourself because of it. That's why she hasn't confessed yet. But the desire is there, what's lacking is courage and a bit of shame.

Jenna shook her head slightly to get rid of these thoughts and silently approached you since you were still distracted. She came close to you, laughing at your expression, and on impulse, she squeezed your shoulders and gave you a kiss on the neck, staying with her face there. "Jenna! Why did you scare me like that?" You said in a playful manner, covering your face, hearing the girl laugh at the situation. "Sorry, mi corazón, it wasn't my intention, but you looked so beautifully distracted, and I couldn't resist." She hugged you, and you turned a bit, pulling her onto your lap, hugging her waist and resting your head on her shoulder.

Jenna put her arms around your neck and planted a kiss on the top of your head. You didn't say anything, just enjoyed each other's presence. It was enough. The connection you two had was visible for everyone to see, and it was a beautiful thing. That's why many didn't bother you two. Unfortunately, your moment was interrupted by the director calling you to shoot some stunts. Both of you sighed; you gave Jenna a little pat on the thigh signaling her to get up. "No! I'm not leaving. I'm home..." She said in a cute, whiny voice, and your heart skipped a few beats. "I'm home," you couldn't help but smile.

You tightened your embrace. "It's okay, my love. I promise to spend the whole rest of the day with you." You cupped her face, caressing her cheek. Jenna felt butterflies having a party in her stomach. Ugh! How she wanted to kiss you until the air evaporated from her lungs, but she restrained herself, moving away a bit and raising her pinkie finger, "Do you promise with your pinkie?" You laughed at her cuteness and joined your pinkies, "I promise, mi amor." You kissed her fingers, making Jenna even more infatuated.

"Then go do those stunts quickly because I want to be cuddled up with you all day." You picked her up, making her squeal and then burst into laughter. You put her down and started walking toward the actors, but you stopped, turned back, and ran towards Jenna. However, what she had to say got stuck in her throat. You had given her a kiss on the eyebrow and whispered in her ear, "See you later, mi amor."

You ran off after the director shouted your name, leaving a paralyzed and tomato-red Jenna behind. She snapped out of her trance and ran to her trailer, laughing like a love-struck teenager.

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The sun had already set when everyone was released from the recordings. The sky was partially orange, and its dim light guided you to your trailer. You knocked on the door, and it didn't take long for Jenna to open it. "You took your time!" She pulled you into a hug. "Mi amor, you were the one who got released early, haha!" You squeezed her in your arms, resting your chin on her head. You stayed like that for a few more minutes.

"Let's go inside; you must be tired." She led you in, closing the door once you entered. "Can I take a quick shower, princess?" You asked, seeing a cute pout forming on her face. "But... I wanted to cuddle with you now." She pouted, and you couldn't resist the cuteness, pinching her cheeks, making her pout intensify.

"My love, this will only take me a few minutes, and then you can have me all to yourself." Jenna looked at you with those bambi eyes and agreed, going to sit on the couch while you prepared. As you had said, after a few minutes, you were already by her side, watching none other than "Puss in Boots 2" haha. You were lying on the couch, and Jenna was lying on top of you.

There was a pleasant silence between you two, only the sounds of the movie were heard. You lowered your gaze to Jenna, observing every detail of her, from eyebrows to lips. You became (once again) hypnotized. Jenna felt your burning gaze on her head and turned her face, resting her chin between your breasts, "What's wrong?" She asked, giving you a small smile. You just shook your head, watching her, seeing how every part of her reacted. God, you were hopelessly in love and didn't know what to do.

You wanted to shout at the top of your lungs about how much you love her, wanted to kiss her, love her, take care of her, wanted to be with her. But you are a coward who can't take action and is afraid of losing her in every way. You ran your hand over Jenna's face, gently caressing her with your thumb, watching her close her eyes and practically melt into your embrace.

Jenna turned her face, depositing a kiss in the palm of your hand, still with her eyes closed. She felt the temperature of her body increase with each touch of yours; to feel you so close is a blessing and a curse at the same time. She wanted to have you like this but as her girlfriend, as the love of her life and not as "friends"; she hated that term. She wants to have the freedom to kiss you, love you, but fear and insecurities consume her, and gradually she gets closer to possibly losing you.

You were in your bubble; no one spoke anything, just felt the touches of your bodies and souls. Jenna opened her eyes, seeing your eyes fixed on her, and you realized you’d been caught. So, you sent her a crooked smile with your cheeks reddish. You realized how close your faces were, and with courage taken from your ass, you gradually started to close the distance between you two.

Jenna also started to close the distance; she felt her body tremble in anticipation. She put her hands on your shoulders, grabbing your shirt. "Kiss me… Kiss me please Y/N." Jenna grabbed your face, putting her forehead on yours. She slightly dragged her lips across your face, whispering, "kiss me mi amor."

"F*ck it," you pulled her neck and kissed her. The kiss was hurried, but firm. In it, love and desire stored for so long were transmitted. Sighs were released, hearts accelerated and synchronized, bodies hot like the embers of a bonfire, hands exploring every part of the bodies, every curve, caressing the skin like a brush caresses.

The air became scarce, and both, reluctantly, separated. Jenna had opened her eyes slowly, trying to reason if what just happened was true or just another one of her dreams. She lay on your chest, still panting, and looked at you, waiting for you to open your eyes and snap out of the trance.

You felt like you were in the clouds, more alive. You opened your eyes, seeing the woman of your dreams watching you. "Are you real? Like... did this really just happen, or am I delirious?" You asked her while caressing her hair. Jenna smiled, showing her dimple, and hid her face in your neck.

You both were euphoric, finally! You had fulfilled one of the wishes, but the doubt still lingers. Even though you had just kissed each other with all of you, with your hearts, you can't help but question, "Does she really like me?"

You cleared your throat, bringing Jenna's attention back to you. "Uh... I know we just kissed as if the world were ending, but... uh... what are we now? Like, do you really like me? Because I like— No! I... I love you, Jenna." You confessed, watching Jenna react with disbelief. "I've loved you since the day I met you, with your more reserved way, your somewhat eccentric humor, your sarcasm, your freckles." You said everything with a smile on your face and a special sparkle in your eyes. "You can't imagine all the times I held back from kissing you, telling you how much I love you. All the tears I shed for you, feeling insufficient for you." You let out a shaky sigh; getting all of this off your chest is a relief.

Jenna couldn't explain what she felt at this moment. Relief? Happiness? Sadness? She couldn't believe that you were really saying all this; her heart felt like it was going to explode with so much happiness. But she felt sad hearing your last words, "How dare you feel that way?!? Y/n, I've never felt so happy, safe, and comfortable with anyone like I feel with you. It's like my heart already knew that you would take care of it with your life." She passed her hand over your face, wiping away the tears that you didn't even realize were falling.

"You make me feel so many things at once, but none of them is something bad. You always take care of me, make me feel beautiful, make me feel like I can conquer the world and the universe. You are my star; you are more than enough for me, mi amor. And answering you, I love you too, and I want this to turn into something more. I want you as my partner for the rest of my life." She chuckled lightly; her soul felt light after confessing, after knowing that you also love her.

You hugged each other with big smiles on your faces. Both have a lot to learn, but now, they won't do it alone. You have each other, and this union will be hard to break. Your love is special, like the love of the sun for the moon.

[veenus777]

◜Dad! Jason Headcanons ◞

          ┊ ᝰ﹕Characters : dad!jason todd x latino vigilant! Reader

          ┊ ᝰ﹕Summary: recently I saw a post from @super-marvel-dc here on Tumblr where she said her headcanons of Jason being a father of a big family, and it inspired me a lot! So I decided to share some of the crazy things that had been on my mind for a while about this. If you like this maybe it could become a series

(Link to the initial post by @super-marvel-dc, )

          ┊ ᝰ﹕Theme : nothing but fluffy and google translate english

- You and Jason had already been married for about two years, things were stable and happy for both of you, taking into account your busy vigilante lives.

- The first child to be adopted was Naomi, who was found when she was just 3 years old abandoned in the alley of crime, and since then you and Jason have had her as your daughter

- Shortly afterwards, things got complicated with a completely unplanned and surprising pregnancy, after all, after the incident, Jason thought he could not even have biological children,and nine months later you had twins Holden and Skyler

- Shortly after two years, a little boy named Austin had been rescued by the Gotham police after a major attack caused by the Black Mask, having arrested the culprit Jason felt the responsibility of taking the boy in

-And then came the twins Savannah and Aspen, who were adopted after a Wayne gala in support of Gotham Orphanage, the big surprise for everyone was Jason and Y/n adopted two of the children instead of Bruce

- After that came Hazel, a little girl who had been purposely abandoned at the mall by her mother.

- and then we had river, a boy from a troubled family who lived in the alley of crime, and with him little darcy who was protected by river while her parents were too busy spending all their money on drugs

- And that was how the simple routine maintained by two people over five years together, in less than three years multiplied, becoming a family of eleven people

- At first things were chaotic but over time a routine was established, Fridays were reserved for friends, Saturdays for meetings and Sundays for family.

- Jason despite initially being terrified of fatherhood and literally shaking with fear, things changed in a short time, this man read every book on pregnancy, fatherhood and positive parenting he could find, he watched vlogs and tips on YouTube and Instagram from mothers and fathers on how to care for and educate their children, and I say with conviction that he has become an incredible father and making it his personal mantra to become the father he wishes he had had

- because you have children of different ethnicities, you reserved one day a week with us. traditional cuisine dinner, holidays with foods typical of each place, you made sure your children knew about their respective cultures and origins

- As a Latina by blood and raised in a Latin neighborhood in Gotham, you made sure your children learned your native language (Portuguese or Spanish, you choose lol), in addition to obviously the house being always filled with cultural music and food

- Speaking of home, in a short time you had to exchange your beautiful industrial loft in the center of Gotham for a large farm-style house that was about 40 minutes from Gotham, after all, you refused to raise your children in the chaos that was that city. by the way, don't tell bruce but you and jason had to accept many jobs in addition to surveillance and batman's rules to be able to pay for everything, but for the comfort of your children it was worth it

- Since the family grew abruptly, visits to the mansion became less frequent, but you and the children still visited at least once a month, especially when you needed a free babysitter. It is worth mentioning that for a long time they will be the butt of jokes on family holidays due to the large number of children

- You keep the life of vigilantes away from the children's reality, they don't even know about their second identities because you feel better knowing that you are keeping them away from this world, despite this you both agree that you will bring the truth to light when they are old enough

- Despite not wanting anyone anywhere near a gun or robin uniform, they all know self-defense and some type of fight or sport.

- An additional thing is that Jason sees himself on the river a lot, especially when he was younger, and that's why he always tries to be a present for him.

-Meanwhile Austin is the little version of Dick which makes Jason wish for death many times while you just laugh at the whole situation finding it hilarious, and all of this gets worse after I give Austin gymnastics lessons which results in Jason taking his son away from him. you from the roof of the house after ending up stuck in one of the tiles.

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[plausible-possible-perhaps]

christ that makes all the complaints about Selina being portrayed by a black actress in the new movie even worse, including the ones that complained saying "she shouldn't be black she should be latina" when being the child of a dark skinned latin american woman is part of her backstory???

do you have any comic recs for someone who's trying to get into reading Selina's stories?

Ofc! Fortunately, there's already been a pretty good Catwoman reading guide on Twitter (x), but I'll go into my favorites!

Catwoman (1989) and Batman: Year One

These two comics go hand-in-hand, with some slight differences in plot points.

We go into Selina's life in the East End, where she tragically flourishes into the Catwoman. It is suggested for mature readers, though, as serious topics are brought up.

Catwoman (1994-2001)

This comic is her solo series that is in the same continuity as Batman: Knightfall/Knightquest/ect, so there is some back-and-forth reading (which is a pain): however, if you're okay with incomplete plot-lines; you can skip out!

The series starts out a little cheesy and unapologetically 90s, and the art does develop the further you go (for better or for worse). This can go for tone as well.

It highlights Selina's best traits and is easy to follow. My favorite issues are the ones written by Jo Duffy!

Catwoman: Selina's Big Score and Brubaker's Catwoman (2002)

It's one of Catwoman's most beloved series for a reason! Just read it!

Any work by Tim Sale and/or Jeph Loeb

Batman: The Long Halloween [and Dark Victory], Catwoman: When in Rome

Batman: Hush [and Heart of Hush]

[alixezae]

⠀⠀⠀ㅤ𓊆ྀི󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠 ⠀ׁ⠀ㅤMOODBOARDS⠀ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ . ⠀⠀✿ ㅤ 󠀠󠀠󠀠𓊇ྀི

⠀⠀⠀⠀ㅤ󠀠󠀠󠀠⠀ㅤ JUJUTSU KAISEN

LATINA!READER x YUJI

cw: fluff, smut, slight suggestive

PART 2

Cw; yall being goofy, lovebirds

YUJI X READER

FEM!TOJI X READER

Cw; fluff, slight suggestive

SHIU X FEM!READER

Cw; fluff, highschool sweethearts, romance, nothing nasty, lovebirds

SUKUNA X BADASS!READER

cw; blood, smoking

HOPELESS ROMANTIC!SUKUNA X READER

cw; fluff, romance, slight suggestive

BLEACH

READER x GRIMMJOW

cw: fluff, slight suggestive, yall being goofy

DEMON SLAYER

MUZAN KIBUTSUJI X FEM!READER

Cw; suggestive, fluff, romance

MUZAN KIBUTSUJI X FEM!READER

Cw; suggestive, romance, fluff, marriage

MUZAN KIBUTSUJI X PREGNANT!READER

Cw; fluff, pregnant!reader, dadbod!muzan, pregnancy, babyroom deco 😭

BAKI HANMA

BAKI HANMA X READER

Cw; boxer!baki, slight crack, romance, fluff

DC / MARVEL

BATMAN AESTHETIC

Cw; bruce wayne, slight suggestive, gun/practice, doggy fluff

ANIME CHARACTERS AS CELEBRITIES

MINA ASHIDO AS MEGAN THEE STALLION

NANAMI KENTO AS BRAD PITT

[cas-backwards-tie]

I Know Him?

Jason Todd x Latina!Reader

Request: Hi I read your dick x Latina reader earlier this week and it was amazing so I was wondering if your not to busy if you can do a Jason Todd and Latina reader ? Where she is mad at him for coming home late not knowin he is red hood and cusses him out in Spanish and he tries to keep her from murdering him idk 😂? If not it’s fine 😁❤️

Warnings: CURSING... a lot of cursing. 

A/N: I’m sorry my requests are taking me so long! I’ve been really busy with the holidays and trying to register for community college.

Translations:

▲ ángel = angel

▲ “Un Idiota? Ay Dios mio..” = “An Idiot? Oh my God...”

▲ la Virgen = the virgin (virgin mary)

▲ el diablo = the devil

▲ “whatever puta que estas follando” = “whatever slut you’re fucking”

▲ “Crees que esto es chistoso,” = “you think this is funny,”

Listening to the jingling of keys and the tell-tale sound of the keys turning in the lock, unlocking the door which is slowly being opened, I clench my jaw. Watching the light from the hallway start to flood the living room slowly, I flick on the lamp set atop the couch-side table. 

Not being able to contain my smile, I watch as Jason jumps a little, dropping his keys as he holds his hands up, quickly dropping them back to his side. “What the hell Y/N! Don’t do that! Why the hell were you just sitting in the dark-”

“waiting for you” , “-waiting for me” Jason and I spoke simultaneously.

“Why were you wai-” Jason started to walk over, slowly dropping his bag from his shoulder to the floor beside the coffee table.

“-waiting for you? Who do you think I am, ángel?” I sit one of my legs atop the other, crossing my arms as I tap away at my shoulder, brows slightly furrowing. “What do you take me for?! Un Idiota? Ay Dios mío... Jason...”

“No! Of course not! Why would I think you’re stupid? Babe, what’s going on?!” Jason kneeled in front of me, one hand on my leg. His eyes starred into my own, searching and pleading for the answer he was searching for. Stupidly, he shouldn’t have to ask.

“What do you mean ‘what’s going on?!’, Jason I am not stupid! Okay? This needs to end or I swear to la Virgen, that you’ll be spending the rest of your days con el diablo! I can’t believe I ever trusted you...” My facade falters a bit as the end of my sentence starts to droop with my sadness elevating. A whole rush of emotions runs through me as it had before when I realized what was truly going on.

“Trusted me? Needs to end? What the HELL are you talking about Y/N?! US? Do WE need to end?!” Jason gestures between me and himself rapidly, his emotions escalating as well. Standing up to meet him, I get on his eye level.

“Mierda! Jason! What the hell! Do I really need to spell it out for you? You need to END this with whatever puta que estás follando!” 

“In English?” Jason frowns, putting a hand on his hip.

“Ahhh... Crees que esto es chistoso, huh?! YOU NEED TO FUCKING END IT WITH WHATEVER FUCKING SLUT YOU’RE SLEEPING WITH, YOU MORON!” I try to control the rage flowing through me as I ball my fists up, trying myself as I withhold from throwing or hitting something.

“What?” Jason asks in a hurt voice, his hands dropping to his side, no longer balled-up. His surprise takes me back, I will admit to that... but I wasn’t expecting this... he’s just faking! I know it! He has to be! “Y/N... wha- why would you think that?” Jason shakes his head slightly from side to side, “why would you think I’m cheating on you?” Jason’s voice starts to hint towards anger again.

I take a deep breath before answering. “Who else stays out till fucking three A M, Jason?! Why else would you come home late, refuse to wear clothes that show where she probably left fucking marks and why can’t you even look at me?! Why would you fucking act sketchy every night? HUH?! I’m not FUCKING stupid Jason! I’m not oblivious, either! Maricon.” I cross my arms again, turning to the window as I can’t bear to look at him.

I hear Jason take a deep breath before he speaks again, “Come with me...” 

“What?” I turn to him, confused.

“Come with me!” he takes a hold of my hand a little too forcibly for my liking as he drags me toward the door.

“Right now?”

“Yes, right fucking now Y/N! When else?!” Jason throws the door open, grabbing his keys he stuffs them into his pocket carelessly.

“You.... want me to go down there?” I point towards the man-hole Jason had uncovered, face contorted with disgust.

“...Yes, Y/N. Just go, already!”

“No!”

“Why not?” Jason rolls his eyes.

“because you’re trying to kill me!”

“Darling... if I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead by now...”

“AND THAT’S SUPPOSED TO HELP?! What the hell, Jason!” 

“Please... Y/N, just trust me.” Jason begged with his cutest puppy-dog eyes which he knew I just couldn’t resist.

“Fuck you,” I give him a pointed look as I make my way down the ladder.

As I hear Jason jump down the last few rings to the ground I turn around. “And now?” I ask him, implying his stupidity. 

“Just follow me” Jason leads the way as he turns on the flashlight with his phone.

“I mean seriously... Killer Croc lives down here, you know? We could literally be EATEN right now!” I hug myself tightly as I look around hurriedly, paranoid of my thought turning into reality.

“Babe... trust me... He won’t. He doesn’t live down here anymore, he’s in the most heavily-guarded prison in this country! Plus, I would never bring you down here if I was sure it wasn’t safe.” Jason speaks confidently, as if he’s the best boyfriend in the world... yeah, well we’ll see about that. I make a ‘hmph’ noise as I try to keep up with his fast pace.

“safe, maybe... but sure as hell not sanitary.” I mumble to myself as I catch up to him, opening a door labeled “Fallout Shelter”

“Where the hell are we even going? I swear... Jason.... if you bring me into some illegal shit... if you’re a drug dealer? We’re gonna have a big problem!” I speak loudly, hopeful he’ll hear me as he’s farther into the room already. Quickly shielding my eyes from the blinding light which I assume Jason had turned on, I eventually adjust and bring my arm down.

“Well... drug dealer, no... I actually kind of try to bust them, that’s more of my thing.” I look around the huge space, inspecting the old structure but the new computer and recently cleaned shelf. I scan the shelves until I reach a photo of... Batman and Robin? “What the? Jason! Come loo-”

“You don’t have to yell... I’m literally right here.” I turn to see Jason right behind me.

Turning to look at my surroundings one more time I notice the faint painting on one of the unused walls. GCPD Fallout Shelter... “Ohhhh.... my God!” I whisper-yell, “Jason please tell me this isn’t what I think it is....”

“I guess that’d depend on wha-”

“But I thought he didn’t work with the GCPD.... that wouldn’t make sense... but then again, it technically would because the police never really try to-”

“If you weren’t rambling then maybe I’d tell you what this i-”

“NO! We need to leave right now! What if Batman comes back?!”

Jason starts laughing...

“This isn’t funny Jason! Do you know what Batman would do to us for trespassing?!” I turn to head for the exit again before Jason grabs my arm, his laughter dying down. “Come on!”

“Babe... Batman’s not coming back.”

“How do you know that?” My eyes widen in fear... did he kill Batman?! But.... Jason isn’t capable of that...

“This isn’t the Batcave Babe... I can promise you that.”

“How do you know?” I repeat once more.

“Are there any bat-symbols in here?”

I inspect the room once more... “nnnnnnn....- YES! There!” I point towards the.... “No, no, no, no, nooooo.... tell me you did NOT find this!” I walk closer to the suit which stands in a glass casing. Red Hood... this was Red Hood’s secret lair or whatever. 

“Y/N,” Jason sighs from behind me, his steps sounding closer. “I am the Red Hood.” 

I turn to look at him with a smirk and raised brow. “You're... serious.” I turn back to the glass casing, inspecting the suit, looking over to the red helmet beside it. 

“I’m not cheating on you Y/N... I just didn’t want to bring you into all of this.”

“And you didn’t already do that by just dating me... already?”

“Ehhh... so maybe not my best idea, but still. I mean, I was going to tell you at some point, I just wanted to make sure I could trust you... you know?” Jason rubs the back of his neck out of nervousness.

“I get it... I just...” Now it’s my turn to sigh, “I wish I didn’t think you were cheating.”

“Trust me... me too, Doll.” Jason steps closer to me.

“But how do I know this is true? Like what if you’re just Red Hood’s friend or something?” I turn towards him, searching his eyes.

“If you really want, you can ask Batman.” Jason offers over his shoulder as he walks over to the ginormous computer to my left. 

“You know Batman? Like you know who he really is?!” I jump a little as I excitedly jog over to him. 

“Oh trust me... I know him better than most.” Jason says snidely, making my heart wrench a little. 

“w-wait.... is that why?” I throw my hand over my shoulder, gesturing back. “Is that why you have a picture of...” I turn to look back towards the photo on the shelf. “... you were him... you were Robin... but that means... that means... you told me you never actually died, everyone just thought you did... even Bruce.” 

“That’s... not exactly true.”

“but if you were Robin... that means... well... I mean... who was Batman then?”

“You’re closer than you’d think.”

“Noo....” Jason looks over at me with a raised brow, “No!” He tilts his head, “Really?” I let out a disbelieving breath. “But I’ve met him! I know him!”

“Yuuppp...”

“NO WAY! Where’s the Batcave? I need to call him now...” I see Jason roll his eyes at me, smiling as I reach into my back pocket to retrieve my phone.

“Hey,” Jason stops me by putting his hand on my forearm.

“Yeah?”

“We’re okay... right? Like... you and me... we’re okay?”

“I mean honestly you’re gonna have to explain ALL this shit to me, but yeah... I mean... yeah... the Red Hood saves people, how could I complain about that?” I smile at him, happy at how our argument turned out, and happy that my fears aren’t true. Jason retracts his hand from my arm as I unlock my phone to call Bruce.

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I wanna write but I need some inspiration. I’m open to requests and I’ll try my best to write them!! Also I’m not really into writing smut so best to not even send those in, sorry. But angst, fluff, pining, hurt/comfort, etc I’m all for!

I’m honestly open to any characters and will let you know if I can’t do it bc I don’t know the particular character you send, but I have more experience writing for

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“You are my sunshine”

Jason Todd x Latina! Reader

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

Profiles

Status: Finished

Part 1: Introductions

Part 2: Galas and bets

Part 3: Meetings

Part 4: Dinners and numbers

Part 5: Flowers

Part 6: Siblings are annoying

Part 7: Masquerade Gala

Part 8: And so we meet again.

Part 9: Dancing with recognition

Part 10: Deals and Intimacy

Part 11: LETS DISCUSS

Part 12: Two girls can be a handful

Part 13: Batfam POV Aftermath

Part 14: Day with Damian

Part 15: She lives in daydreams with me

Part 16: Feelings bouta get complicated

Part 17: The art of alcohol and yearning for love

Part 18: we were too drunk

Part 19: Save me from this sorrow

Part 20: Sweet like honey

Part 21: Jason’s lover boy era

Part 22: Girlies and Clingy

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

Part 24: Grounded and missing home

Part 25: Salsa?

Part 26: Red Hood stan?

Part 27: I know what the chaos brings

Part 28: It chaos, we love

Part 29: You are my safe heaven

Part 30: Darkness, violence, and all

Part 31: Wayne’s Night In

Part 32: She is the moment!

Part 33: We slowly heal

Part 34: Halloween

Part 35: We give thanks

Part 36: Thanks indeed

Part 37: Nola Took it Personally

Part 38: Hello Caribbean!

Part 39: Meeting the Family

Part 40: This love of ours

Part 41: Welcome Back!

Part 42: A year of Preparations

Part 43: The Wedding Article

Part 44: Dear lovebirds,

Part 45: Happily ever after!

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Extras:

Extra #1

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i kno this starts after my bday but idc, its still my birth month 😤, and i wanna spread tht bday love mkay, so

how would your fave celebrate the reader’s birthday? idk this could be a blurb or a rant i forgot the fruits for each fjsjfnns

BIRTHDAYS WITH PAMELA ISLEY 

Pairing: Poison Ivy x F!Latina!Reader

Word Count: 637

Warnings: Fluff, MD/LG dynamics, implied Lactation!Kink, Ivy being a very nice caregiver

A/N: I had debated on which fave of mine but chose to try someone new from my usual.

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It’s different having a super villain as your partner, they’ve got different things to do in order to achieve their goal, for Ivy it was for plants to regain control of the Earth. Rid the world of humans to just nature, what once had been before the first cave man. Though she’d keep Y/N, her beautiful girlfriend who often listened to her rants but never saw her any different.

To the woman who viewed her not as some criminal, but a woman trying to do something good. Be environmentally healthy by disposing the toxic lifestyle every human lived by, oh how Ivy hated it and didn’t expect anyone to give it up yet found Y/N.

And for that, the inhuman wishes to say thank you in the best way possible.

It’s not even sunrise when she starts preparing, decorating an entire room in the botanical gardens they called home with various flowers, Jasmine, Cherry Blossoms, Lily’s, Tulips, whatever looked aesthetically pleasing. Toss in some poisonous ones too, those always made a nice touch.

Don’t worry though, Y/N has gotten a shot which prevents her from being harmed by Ivy’s toxic kiss or her plants. The woman could never forgive herself if anything happened to her precious flower.

Once the room had been decorated, she checks on Y/N. Still fast asleep in their bedroom area, an arm reaching out for Ivy. Though there’s still much to do, she goes back to bed so her petal wouldn’t wake alone.

Bringing her close as Y/N’s lips smacked together, hand moving to Ivy’s chest. “ I’m right here my little flower,” Pulling down her top, she lets Y/N suck on her breast, getting that comfort needed to fall into a deep sleep once more.

Later on though, as they both wake up Ivy is ready to start again. Harley’s stopped by to take her out, which should raise some eyebrows but the former doctor knows that if anything were to happen, she’s plant chow.

Now onto the cake, Ivy knows her little petal’s favorite is chocolate. Unfortunately it’s the cheesecake version and the last thing the woman wanted was to go to the store and buy it. Or even worse, go to the restaurant that sold it and purchase the dessert.

She doesn’t like to deal with humans, but someone’s ought to do it.

So an hour goes by and Ivy’s gifted the cake by a stranger, completely under her control after a kiss to the cheek. “ Thank you Andy, now go home and sleep.” The woman didn’t want to piss Batman off either so it’s best to stay under the radar.

Now with the cake, and it’s put in the fridge, she starts making the finishing touches.

Earlier Y/N wore a floral dress that her girlfriend had made, which also served to protect her should an accident happen but it was quite pretty.

Though those dresses weren’t the only ones, others were placed in gift boxes made of plants, or non blossomed flowers because why use paper when it’s littered everywhere? Ivy didn’t want to contribute so it took some creative thinking at first but she’s got it handled.

Now with the gifts ready to go, Ivy decides to get ready herself. Designing a green dress which made her look like some 1950’s housewife but that style was a secret guilty pleasure of hers.

There was food prepared and a birthday waiting to be celebrated, so when Y/N was dropped off, a little giggly but content, Ivy knew it would be a good one. “ Happy Birthday my little petal.” She kisses her girlfriend sweetly as the plants wrap around Y/N’s legs. They too have also come to love her. And this one, she’ll never forget, until next year. Ivy loved to spoil her precious petal very much so.

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☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ CHIMERAS BEFORE FEELINGS

Chapter I | Chapter II

Jason Tood x Latina!reader

Action | fluff

Minors DNI, cursing, sexual references

Author's notes: This is the first chapter of the story I've been trying to write for so long! Check the info before reading to have some context 💕

Thank you for reading, no matter if you're a latina or not, just enjoy it 🔥

Here some things I want to share:

Wanna listen to the song Bizarro was signing? Here

Wanna listen to the whole sinful playlist? Here

Wanna see some art of the suit, wig, gadgets and Admena, your inner goddess? Here

Feel free to imagine the suit in the size your want, the same with the skin color. The illustration is only a visual.

You had to admit that the life of a vigilante was exciting. Everyone talks about the risks, how it can destroy your life quite literally, but what about the other side of the coin? Being a vigilante, a hero or anti-hero was indeed cool, however, few people was selfish enough to accept it. If being a vigilante boosted your battle lust, being magical, belonging to the Justice League Dark (from time to time because apparently they couldn't trust an anti-hero like you) was out of this world.

Probably, after being experimented on, your brain decided that you needed power to feel safe, you were aware but in denial because... power itself wasn't bad, despite the horrible things you did in the past (which weren't never your fault, you were just a mere little stupid puppet without will) you had a good moral compass. You'd take yourself to the extreme if that meant doing the right thing, not the politically correct thing, no, just what was needed to be done. That's why you liked it to work with this group of weirdos, exterminating magical threats under your own rules or sometimes Constantine's rules, which were... not rules but a "Do your shit right and don't get us killed"

Your current situation was no different from other situations, yes, probably using Admena's full power wasn't a good idea, her divine aura needed your vital energy to manifest but, fuck it, the job must be done, isn't it? Those words made you smile in the middle of an epic fight against a chimera, suddenly remembering your other team, the misfits you respected, protected and wished all the happiness in the world: the outlaws. You'd be lying if you say you don't have a favorite, but thinking about him just destabilize your mind, energy and dramatic heart, Jason Peter Todd was invading your mind again and meanwhile you were sealing the monster with Admena's aura, you couldn't help but wish your longing was everything but love.

With a deep long sigh you let your body rest against the rotten wood of the church, closed your eyes and tried to recover your energy, Admena even took part of your technology's energy, how ridiculous, you had to become stronger to have full mastery of your power, your mind and yes, again, your dramatic heart.

Artemis, that amazon was a fine piece of art. You probably had one or two wet dreams about her, nothing to be embarrassed of because no one would never know, but jokes aside, you looked up to her, she was strong, determined, a bit brazen but that was part of her charm. Inside the team you had a good dynamic and synergy, you weren't best friends, that was Kath's place but as coworkers you usually complemented eachother.

Once Kath and Constantine arrived the three of you contacted Batman to give a report, the case was still open after all. In the meantime you checked your phone again, Artemis wasn't exactly fond of social media so it was uncommon of her to text you, still sharing pictures or funny things could happen, why not?

With the anxiety in its peak you opened Jason's chat. You weren't really sure what was the problem until you realised something, Bizarro, sweet big Bizarro was using your Spotify account and despite having a bunch of playlists you had one, one with your deepest dirtiest thoughts... Hopefully Bizarro didn't expose you but the situation was pointing in that direction.

You bit your lip with your face contorted into a mix of worry, anxiety and fear, but when you were about to engage in the conversation and put an end to your suffering despite the consequences Constantine opened a portal and you three had to go. The energy was taking time to return to your body, so you stayed at the House of Mystery's gothic and beautiful sofa feeling like a very anxious and tired jelly.

You freezed and then acted in the most immature way. Your body sank into the sofa as your eyes focused on the chimney, angry fire burning and dim light illuminating the dark room, your body and some relics that John kept inside the house here and there. You took off your black gloves hiding your face behind your shaking hands ignoring your phone after evading a bullet Jason shot or that, actually, you shot to yourself. Silence was so noisy.

No matter how warm the living room was, you felt cold and so disappointed, who was James? Who? the only James you knew was the lilac haired guy from Pokémon and still you imagined a whole relationship with a non-existent person, great! Being honest shouldn't be so hard but fear, fear was so strong. Your life was a mess, one that you were trying to hold onto hard but that was crumbling little by little.

Jason wasn't reacting any better. At the beginning the scenario was funny, Bizarro was enjoying himself, then the situation made Jason feel a sparkle of excitement, he couldn't wait to tease the hell out of you and see what would happen, no one ever had created such unholy playlist for someone they wanted as friend. The moment he noticed his thoughts going too far from him, he stopped in his tracks and texted you.

Artemis saw the scene develop in front of her eyes, but once Jason ended up completely dumbfounded she knew something was wrong. Jason placed his phone aside and got ready to take a cold shower, damn expectations. Your relationship rested in a comfortable yet unhealthy uncertainty and neither you or Jason were brave enough to do something about it.

Who the fuck was that James?

[putas-in-suffering]

Hocus Pocus

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x Female Reader/You (Spanish Speaking/Latina Reader)

Rating: Fluff, SFW

Warnings: Miguel being a charming smart ass

Word Count: 634

Summary: You get Miguel to watch your favorite Halloween movie 🎃👻

A/N: Our favorite Cartel Daddy is up next for our Fall Fluff Fest! Here’s a glimpse into a night in with Miguel and what he’d be like indulging in some Halloween festivities. We hope you guys like it! Enjoy and share with your fellow sucias! Feedback is the preferred drug for our addiction and greatly appreciated. 💖💖

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The scent of freshly popped popcorn filled the air as you made yourself comfortable on the plush cushions of the sofa. You wrapped yourself in a knit blanket, your sock-covered feet tucked beneath you.

The television screen was paused, the title of a movie momentarily frozen as you waited for Miguel to return. Childish excitement filled your stomach at the prospect of watching one of your favorite Halloween movies. It was a tradition for you. One that Miguel had been content to let you do alone. But he’d had a change of heart this year and you were practically bursting at the seams.

“Alright, popcorn is done.” Miguel announced as he made his way to you, a bowl of popcorn practically overflowing in his hand.

You pressed against his side when he sat down. He passed the bowl to you as he stretched his arm out around you, securing you to him. You happily stuffed a few kernels into your mouth, reaching for the remote and hovering over the play button.

“Listo?” You asked, grinning up at him.

He laughed, clearly entertained by your enthusiasm. “Ready.”

You pressed the button, seeing the title begin to disappear as the movie began to play.

“Dame.” Miguel said, gesturing to the bowl that sat in your lap. You grabbed a few kernels and popped one into his awaiting mouth.

“You’ve really never seen this movie?” You asked for the tenth time, still in awe of his obliviousness.

He shook his head as he chewed, dark eyes watching the television intently.

“You really watch this every year?” He teased, playfully pulling your ear lobe.

“Yeah, I’ve done it since I was little. It’s a classic.”

“So it’s a movie about witches?”

“Three witches.”

“And they’re sisters?”

“Yeah.”

“And they need a virgin to light a candle?”

“Will you just watch the movie?” You sighed as you threw a piece of popcorn at him. Of course, not to be out done, Miguel caught the piece perfectly with his mouth, smiling smugly as he chewed.

“Thanks.”

You rolled your eyes, but burrowed deeper into his side as the movie continued to play. One of your favorite parts came up, the performance at the huge Halloween ball. You watched as the Sanderson sisters started singing, the party goers watching with rapt fascination. All the costumes made you think back on the many years you’d dressed up as a child.

“What’s your favorite Halloween costume? From childhood.” You asked, breaking the silence.

You waited for Miguel to answer, still watching the television.

“I was Batman one year. I was probably nine or ten.” He finally responded, the smile evident in his voice. “What about you?”

You laughed as you thought, knowing the perfect answer. “I was Catwoman when I was eight.”

Miguel’s chest shook beneath you as he chuckled. You joined him, nuzzling his stomach.

“So we were destined from the beginning, huh?” He mused, his fingers dancing across your scalp in soothing patterns.

“Guess so.” You agreed, running your hand along the firm planes of his stomach.

You both watched the remainder of the movie in relative silence, Miguel asking questions here and there. The hour passed, the movie just about done when you realized you hadn’t heard anything from your husband for a while. At the exact moment you had the thought, light snores began to echo from his chest beneath you.

You looked up at him and admired his beauty as he slept, his face smooth of worry or emotion. He looked peaceful and you knew you couldn’t wake him. So you spread the blanket out over you both and closed your eyes, your head resting on his chest. You let the soothing sound of his sleep take you with him, your Halloween tradition abandoned for the time being.

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What Comes Next

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

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

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

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

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