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Yandere batfam one shot/imagine thing
I'll probably make a part 2
You met Bruce while you were working as a waitress for a gala. It was a second job to pay rent. Maybe he brought Selina or some other girl or maybe he came alone.
Either way you two end up in a room together and end up sleeping together. Just as youâre pulling on your clothes he asks to see you again. He even offers you a check (letâs say itâs for 500k). You take the money promising to see him again but you donât for about a year.
After a year of him searching every corner of Gotham he finally finds you. And surprise surprise you have a three month old baby girl.
He goes up to you and begs you to let him be in the babyâs life. After a few weeks of bribes (and him secretly stalking you) you finally make a deal with him. If he works from home he can take care of the baby during the day.
So you brought your baby to the Wayne Manor. You expected maybe a servant or maybe Bruce to answer the door. You were not expecting a young man to open the door. He had short shaggy black hair with an undercut and a K-pop hair style. He stared at you with his piercing blue eyes-
âTim drake! Thatâs who you are! I used to love watching your letâs plays! I love your sense of humor!â Tim was surprised. Being the middle child (especially the middle boy) he often feels left behind by his siblings, so having someone notice his accomplishments for once felt nice.
âDrake. What are you looking-â a short boy came up behind the gamer. He had a darker complexion and slicked back black hair with piercing green eyes. You smiled at him and he straight up slammed the door in your and your babyâs face. Your eyes grew wide and your face fell into a scowl.
You heard shuffling from behind the door and when if opened you saw Tim holding the kid by the scruff of his collar as one would do with a misbehaving animal. âSorry about that Miss.â Tim smiled at you. âIs there anything I can do for you?â
âIâm going to be late for work. Here give her to Bruce. Her name is Echo.â You give the baby to Tim. âOh there you go. Support her head now.â You threw the bag in the small rude kids face. âEverything she needs is in there. Iâve left instructions inside for how to take care of her. If she doesnât eat that much try tickling her tummy. Iâve labeled the extra bottles of her food so if sheâs really hungry give her some and if itâs not enough call me Iâll get here as soon as I can. I donât want her drinking any of that store bought crap. Understand?â
âYes maâam.â Tim smiled.
âGood.â You ruffled his hair. Then you turned to the younger boy. âBe good to my baby ya hear? Or else Iâll milk papa Bruce for every penny I can.â You ruffled his hair too. You then kissed your baby and went back to your car.
Tim shut the door and immediately Echo started crying. Bruce and Alfred came running at the noise.
âNo⊠I missed her.â Bruce said. He looked at his three youngest kids. âHey sweetheart.â Bruce tried to grab Echo. But Tim held her close. Everyone looked at him surprised.
âFather why did that rude lady drop off a baby.â Damian scowled.
âSheâs not rude. Sheâs your future Step Mother.â Bruce smiled at the thought of your and his wedding. âNow Tim, give my baby here. Sheâs crying.â
âNo.â
âNo? What do you mean no?â Bruce seemed flabbergasted.
âShe trusted me to hold her child. This is my baby sister.â
âDrake! Give father the baby. Sheâs being loud.â Damian covered his ears. Echo looked over at him and made a grabby hand gesture at him.
âIt looks like she wants Master Damianâs attention.â Alfred pointed out.
âbut-â Tim was cut off as Damian took the baby.
Echoâs cries grew quiet as her youngest older sibling held her. While Timâs obsession with You and Echo became apparent almost immediately, giving him the praise his own family and the Media refused to, Damianâs was slow. It started with someone (echo) actually liking him. After all he went from being showered in attention under Taliaâs thumb to being practically ignored at Wayne Manor.
Dick was by far the kindest to Damian, being a mentor to the young boy. But he could still bite back at Damianâs snark. Barbara and Stephanie took none of his crap, to the point where they barely spoke to him. Cass and Duke held no qualms about fighting with a kid. Jason was like a cool big brother and while he wasnât at the manor often he always made most of his time there focused on the kid. Tim and Damian had a very strained relationship. And while Bruce loves Damian thereâs always a bit of strain, and guilt on Bruceâs part. If heâd stayed with Talia maybe Damian wouldnât have to grow up in a cesspool of Violence and mental agony.
âBack to your old ways of not wearing protection father?â Damian smirked.
âDamian⊠give me my Daughter.â Bruce said gently but firmly.
âIts nice to know you fought for her more than you fought for me. Though to be fair to you Ummi did shove us together.â He snarked as he held the baby whoâd fallen asleep. Bruce went to grab her but Damian stepped back. âAh ta ta. You wouldnât want to disturb her right?â Damian smirked.
Over the next few hours Damian was mainly the one taking care of Echo if only to stop her from crying.
And at the end of the day when you finally got off work to pick up your sweet baby you were surprised to see Bruce, Damian, and Tim all playing with her in the living room. (What was more surprising was that her attention was mainly focused on the brat from this morning Damian.) She cooed as she saw you and you rushed to pick her up and gather her things into her bag.
Damian glared at you as you took Echo from his borderline iron clad grip. Who were you to take his sister, his blood sister mind you, away form him? (Her mother but we're not going to get into that right now.)
"Sweetness how about you just slow down. I'll have Alfred prepare you a drink. Which kind of tea do you like more Earl Gray or Jasmine." Bruce smiled and twiddled a piece of your hair in his hand.
You smacked his hand away. "No thank you. My baby and I need to get home." You said and quickly hurried out of there.
"Father you can't let her leave!" Damian said.
"Yeah! Don't you want that nice lady to be your wife?" Tim agreed.
"I was talking about Echo." Damian deadpanned.
Bruce ruffled both their heads. "Patience boys. Have a little faith in your old man." He smiled as you walked away. Before the month was out he'd have you and echo safely tucked away in his arms in the deepest recesses of Wayne Manor.
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Made another one. All hail the Richard Grayson aka Nightwing wallpaper.
He may be a man but he's the best eldest daughter I know.
I literally love this man but he gets screwed over so many times that I kind of find it funny.
I will make more.
#dca y/n#fanfic#aesthetic#nightwing#richard grayson#nightwing fluff#dick grayson#nightwing x reader#dc x reader#dc comics#nightwing angst#nightwing smut#nightwing headcanon#richard grayson x reader#richard grayson fluff#nightwing wallpaper#dca fandom#dc universe#dcu#batfam#batman#incorrect quotes#incorrect batfamily quotes#eldest daughter#cassandra cain#tim drake#bruce wayne#detective#batman and robin#only in gotham
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Kinktober 2024- Batfam Edition
Here is the list for kinktober based on the batfam!
Is it late? Yes, I got sick when I was supposed to upload it and then was busy with my life afterward. I hope to do a big upload with last week's and this week's prompt on the weekend. Until then, here is the list and the requests that were accepted. Please note that if it was not accepted, it may be because I just don't have confidence writing that specific kink. All of these will be rather short to keep up with everything I have to write and my IRL things. I will make a final master list at the end of the month with all the links if I can. If you still want to make a request, let me know; anything in Italics can be replaced.
Size Kink-Jason Todd
Breeding- Damian Wayne (18+ This means he will be over 18)
Creampie- Tim Drake
Gloves/Leather- Duke Thomas
Roleplay- Tim Drake
Biting- Bruce Wayne
Exhibition- Dick Greyson
Aphrodisiacs- Damian Wayne (18+)
Anal- Dick Greyson
Double Pen- Jason Todd & Dick Greyson
Prostitution- Tim Drake
Glory Hole- Damian Wayne (18+)
Dom/Sub- Dick Greyson
Pregnant- Bruce Wayne
Lactating- Dick Greyson
Fingering- Damian Wayne (18+)
Toys- Damian Wayne (18+)
Tifuck- Bruce Wayne
Bondage- Bruce Wayne
Uniforms-Tim Drake
Quickie- Duke Thomas
Face sitting- Bruce Wayne
Phone/Video- Jason Todd
Lingerie- Dick Greyson
Free Use- Jaosn Todd
Stripping- Damian Wayne (18+)
Spanking- Duke Thomas
Lovebites- Tim Drake
Mirror Sex-Bruce Wayne
Car Sex- Dick Greyson
Collar- Jason Todd
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DISASTROUS DATE !!
âž» Tim Drake , 1572 words.
The movie plays, the dark light of the screen playing on their faces as attentive eyes take in the scenes. You could hear the speakers increasing the sounds, the murmurs subsided and the cell phone screens went off.
Tim's index finger tapped anxiously on the bucket of popcorn, which they had already been emptying less than halfway through the movie.
Tim had been preparing this abruptly, feeling the necessary opportunity to be able to go out with you, as an apology since he had to miss the multiple outings that you were trying to have with him. His mission as Red Robin had taken up a lot of his free time to be able to have a normal life with you.
After playing for about half an hour, the movie was already getting boring. It was too horrible in every way and the plot was too cheap, Tim could guess the ending without having seen the title.
It was almost a bad joke. He had to plan everything, including tickets, your schedules, his schedules, asking Bruce for some time off, and working overtime on his missions to leave the rest less.
He did everything to be able to spend time with you, and in the end he feels like he ruined it.
Tim feels like he's been ruining every minute that's passed, and he thinks. Why didn't you do more research on the film? Oh, right, because he was spending constant hours without sleep doing his irritable hero job of taking on pesky villains and taking care of the city that was dying to pieces.
You're stared at the screen, attentive to the boring scenes of the movie on the big screen. For him, you are the most beautiful person in life.
âHmâŠ. Are you enjoying it?â He asked in a whisper. Tim felt guilty ruining the date with this movie. He could feel that he must be ruining the date.
You listen to Tim, and turns your head. Picking up a couple of popcorn and putting them in your mouth.
âI like it, and you?â It could be a white lie, but you didn't want him to worry.
âHmmm.â He looked back at you as you ate your popcorn. He tapped his index finger on the table again as the movie dragged on. âThis is soooo boring.â He muttered and looked over at you again. âYou sure you're enjoying this?â He asked, still feeling a little guilt for dragging you into it.
âWell⊠the truth is that I'm dying of boredom.â You laugh, and continues eating the popcorn to kill time.
âYeah, me too.â He said with a sigh. Tim knew he had failed at making this date special for you. They were just sitting here like two bored kids on a Sunday afternoon. His eyes looked back at the screen, waiting for something exciting to happen.
âDon't worry, don't worry. The good thing about this is that I'm with you.â You say and lean forward to kiss him on the cheek, which makes Tim tense.
âDo you want to leave? I mean⊠we could always go somewhere else.â He suggested, feeling bad about ruining your night. The flickering lights of the theater seemed to mock them, their desperate attempt to find something entertaining in this god-awful movie.
Tim hated disappointing people, especially you. You were the only bright light in his life, surrounded by darkness and chaos. And here he was, ruining even this little moment they had together. But then you speak, and your words light up the room for him. It's not how he imagined it would be; you weren't angry or disappointed. You even laughed about it.
âYeah, let's just go somewhere else.â You answer to him, and he's feeling relieved. At least this date isn't completely ruined yet.
Tim stands up, offering his hand to you. He wants to make sure that everything is still fine between them. Even though he knows it's silly, he feels like he needs to prove himself somehow. To show that despite all his flaws, he can still make things fun and exciting for you.
He leads you out of the dark theater into the bright neon lights of Gotham's streets. The city never sleeps, but tonight it seems even more alive than usual. Couples walk past them, some laughing, others holding hands tightly. Tim feels a pang of jealousy deep inside him. Why couldn't he just be like they with you? He's like a ridiculous child.
Just as Tim had those thoughts, you takes his hand and looks down, looking at their intertwined hands, enjoying the touch. You looks at Tim and smiles warmly.
Tim's mind starts working fast like a complex machine. There's an idea brewing inside him, and he knows that if it works out, it might just save the date. It's risky, but hey, when you're on a mission to impress your girlfriend, how can you afford to take risks?
He sees the smile on your face, and it's like a ray of sunshine breaking through the dark clouds in his mind. It feels as if everything is suddenly okay again. Just seeing you happy makes all the stress and guilt go away for a moment.
His thoughts are interrupted when you squeeze his hand gently. You look up at him with those beautiful eyes, full of understanding and affection. He tightens your hand lightly, not wanting to scare you with how much this small gesture means to him. But he knows that, even though he tries to hide it, you can see the love and affection in his eyes. âLet's just walk around, maybe we'll find something fun to do.â Tim says, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.
They walk down streets filled with neon lights and loud music. There are people everywhere, laughing, talking, enjoying themselves. It's almost overwhelming after being stuck inside the dark theater for so long. The smell of hot dogs and cotton candy mixes with the exhaust fumes from passing cars. It's chaotic yet somehow comforting, like being part of a bustling ecosystem.
He feels guilty for bringing you here; this isn't how he imagined their date would go. They were supposed to have dinner at some fancy restaurant or something romantic like watching stars in Central Park. But they never seemed to have time for those things anymore.
âMaybe we could get some ice cream?â Tim suggests, feeling silly even asking such a simple question.
âI like the idea.â You nod with a smile as looks at Tim. âI love ice cream.â
He feels a sense of relief wash over him as you agree to his suggestion. It's not much, but it's something. Something that might just make this date worthwhile after all. They walk hand in hand towards the nearest ice cream parlor, both trying to ignore the cold wind that's picking up outside. He knows that this is his chance to make things right. To show you that he cares about more than just being a hero. That he can be a good boyfriend too.
They find an ice cream parlor not far from where they are, and Tim leads the way inside. The place is filled in the smell with freshly made waffle cones, vanilla and chocolate, and there are people of all ages enjoying their treats. It feels like a small oasis in the middle of the chaotic city.
As they wait in line, Tim takes the opportunity to wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You don't resist, and for a moment, everything else fades away. It's just the two of them, standing in line for ice cream on a Friday night. And it feels perfect.
Finally, it's their turn at the counter. Tim orders two scoops of your favorite flavor - chocolate chip cookie dough. As he hands you the cup, he leans in close and whispers in your ear. âYou know what I love about this moment?â You shake your head, confused. âThe anticipation,â he says, winking at you.
âAnticipation?â You repeat, chuckling softly.
âYes!â he exclaims. âThe anticipation of digging into this delicious ice cream.â And with that, he takes a bite of his ice cream as he hands you yours.
She lets out a laugh at Tim's actions, grabbing her ice cream as she smiles at her boyfriend. âYou're silly.â She says teasingly as she began to eat her own ice cream.
âAnd you're beautiful,â he replies, taking a bite of his own ice cream. He watches as you savor each spoonful, enjoying the simple pleasure of this moment together. It may not be the most exciting date they've ever had, but it's something that neither of them will ever forget.
He watches as you eat your ice cream, enjoying the sight of your lips wrapped around the spoon. It's such a simple thing, but it fills him with joy. You look so happy, and he feels like everything is going to be okay. At least for tonight. He loved that smile and didn't want to see you cry over the ice cream, even when you dropped yours because of a stray dog.
As they walk back through the streets of Gotham, hand in hand, Tim knows that no matter what challenges lie ahead, he will always do everything in his power to make sure that you are safe, loved, and happy. And even if things don't always go according to plan, at least they can find comfort in each other's arms. Because in the end, that's all that really matters. Because with you, even the most ordinary moments can become extraordinary.
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actuallly haven't read that many because i'm just starting with his comics, so if you have any other haircut suggestions i think i'll make another poll later
#tim drake#tim drake x reader#red robin#tim drake robin#dc#dc comics#legit just curious#i have an inkling on what will win but i also want to see who comes second#i want to get recs for comics so pls drop them below#ngl i am surviving off of the lore i learned from the dc fans and whatever is hinted at in the comics#it's okay though because i love guessing everything. it's like even nerdier detective work
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Prologue
Hi there! Hereâs a little snippet of something Iâve been working on. The reader is referred to as âPrincessâ and the pronouns she/her are used. There is some Jason Todd x reader, but Iâm leaning a bit more towards Tim Drake x reader (sorry, Iâm literally in love with him). Reader is not mentally stable and her trauma is spoken about a lot during this story. Sheâs working on it. Anyways, enjoy!
warnings: injury, blood, reader is close to dying, angst
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âY/N?!â Itâs fuzzy and seems so far away, but she can hear the frantic calls.
She can feel the tears falling from her eyes and running down the sides of her face, making her skin feel hot in its wake. The dark, polluted night sky of Gotham is all she can see, and for a second her heart aches at the fact that sheâs going to die with this image being the last thing she sees.
Part of her always knew she was going to die this way. She, like many of her close ones, have dedicated their lives to protecting and fighting for those who are unable to do so themselves. To be the powerful among the powerless.
Itâs something her mother taught her from a young age. She missed out on being a normal kid because she was thrown into training from the ripe age of 6. She sometimes gets a bitter taste in her mouth when she thinks of all of the times she bawled her eyes out as a kid who just wanted her mother, a family. Then she met Bruce Wayne, or rather Batman, who gave her exactly that. Sure, the man is a difficult person most of the time, but he cares. Even for those who arenât his kids, such as Y/N. Heâs the father she never had, and soon heâll be the father she didnât get to have for long. The best thing that came out of meeting the billionaire was becoming close to his kids too, specifically a certain boy who stole her heart no matter how far she pushed him away.
âGhost?â The voice is closer now. A face with a black domino mask comes into view, and for a second she thinks sheâs seeing things. But then the figure rips off his mask from his eyes and sharp blue eyes stare down at her worriedly. âCan you hear me?â
She opens her mouth to speak, but instead of words, a high pitched scream off pain comes tumbling out instead. Then all too suddenly she feels everything all at once.
âFuckâŠâ The man in front of her curses, moving one hand to hold the side of her face in a soothing manner, while the other reaches for the device in his ear. âGhost is down. She needs to be taken to the cave immediately, and needs medical attention. Call Leslie.â
Heâs trying to stay calm, but itâs so clear that heâs panicking as he holds the beaten body of his dying girlfriend. Louder screams fall from her lips and his whole demeanour breaks. He allows the tears to fall from his eyes as he places his forehead against hers, whispering soothing words to her.
âCopy that,â He hears typing on the other line. âCan she move?â Oracle asks.
He almost doesnât register the question, his eyes now closed and whispers of reassurance for both of them falling from his lips. When she repeats the question more firm this time, he moves one hand to support Y/NâS head and the other to support her back, but as soon as he does the loudest scream heâs ever heard leaves her, causing him to immediately pull back.
âNo.â He tells Oracle, before touching Y/Nâs forehead and sweetly shushing his girlfriend. âDoes her back appear to be broken?â
âIâŠâ he stutters it out as more tears leave his eyes. His breathing becoming harsher and heavier but the second. âSheâs bleeding, fuck, we need to help her right now. I canât- Fuck. Oracle sheâs in so much pain. I canât do anything-â
âTim.â He shuts up at the tone of her voice. âI know itâs hard but you need to breath. I need you to calm down, it will make getting her back to the cave much easier, okay?â
Tim nods his head, even though he knows she canât see it. He strokes Y/Nâs cheek and lays a gentle kiss on her forehead.
âYeah, I think her back is broken.â He finally tells Oracle, his voice back to its usual serious tone.
He thinks he hears a sad sigh from Oracleâs line. âNoted.â Tim hears wheels scraping the ground somewhere in the distance not too far from their position. âHelp is almost there. Hang in there Tim.â
âCopy that.â He sniffles before shutting off his comm.
Both his hands come up to hold the sides of Y/Nâs head, lifting it up from the cold ground beneath her. His heart shatters at the sight of her in so much pain and on the very near brink of death. This isnât how he wants to lose her. He never wants to lose her, but bleeding out on the dirty streets of Gotham is definitely a shitty way to die.
âDonât worry baby,â He smiles down at her reassuringly. âIâve got you.â
Y/N wishes she could tell him she knows, or even nod her fucking head, but the pain is just too much. She forces her screams to turn into whimpers and stares up into his beautiful eyes, ones that stare back at her with so much love and pain.
As the Bat-mobile gets closer she internally smiles at the fact that she wonât be dying with an ugly view after all, but rather the image of the most beautiful being sheâs ever met. She would die with the image of Tim Drake.
But itâs not the end. Not even close.
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Character Poll
What character should I add to my Character Masterlist, to write for? Below are a few characters that I think I can write for, after some binge-watching and careful study of their character...
The winner will be available for fanfics/requests/asks/etc.
#poll#character poll#my polls#sam drake#uncharted 4#arthur curry#aquaman#orm marius#mr tumnus#narnia#the chronicles of narnia#the lion the witch and the wardrobe#detective tim rockford#merge mansion#pedro pascal#x reader#x fem!reader#x female reader#x gn reader#x you#x y/n#requests are open#requests open
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The Family Meet and Greet
Damian Wayne x Reader
Request/Summary: Hey hun! I wanted to send in a request for Damian Wayne x reader. Maybe reader being introduced to the family/the family finding out about them?
A/n: Honestly I canât tell if the picture is Tim or Damian.
Masterlist - Tip Jar
Damian is a pretty private person and doesnât intend to do an awkward meet and greet with his beloved girlfriend.
He knew that all of his family members would find out one way or another anyway.
Dick Grayson:
It wouldnât take a genius detective to know that Damian is asking for advice for his love life.
Damian sits in his hero costume, hunched over as his legs dangle over the side of the building. His eyes evade Dicks, a red hue spreading across the tips of his ears.
A soft smile embellishes Dicks lips as he sees his younger brother whom is typically egocentric, now looking timid and shy for the first time ever.
âSo my friend started seeing someone recently and he had this dilemma on if he should keep seeing her or not because on one hand he has all this baggage he doesnât want to burden her with and on the other hand he just canât bring himself to break things off with her.â
âSo this girl your seeing-â Damianâs eyes bulge, snapping his neck towards Dick, acting too defensively.
âUgh, are you not listening Grayson? I said itâs about my friend.â
âRight, right, I forgot. My badâŠâ Dick thinkâs carefully on his words. âSounds like your friend is a classic over-thinker. Relationships are far from logical, itâs all based on feelings. It might be hard for your friend, but just enjoy it for what it is.â Damian sits and stares off over the Gotham skyline looking unconvinced. âLook Dames, there is no right answer. Just do what feels right.â
Leaning back into his palms he stares in amusement at his beloved younger brother continues pining in anguish.
âSo⊠how long do we keep pretending that we arenât talking about you? Can I see a picture?â Damian rolls his eyes with a sigh, sliding his phone out of his pocket, he taps on the screen silently before shoving his phone into Dicks hands.
There laid the image a happy couple. Damianâs arms wrapped around your shoulder. The dark city filtering behind the brightly lit couple, forever captured in permanent laughter.
Dick, initially keen to tease the cheesy photo before him, now silent in pure aw to see the genuine smile, Damianâs eyes lit in adoration.
âDo not tell anyone Grayson. I will share the news when I am ready.â
Tim Drake:
The little rat has been acting rather odd.
Tim tried talking about it to Dick but he just kept evading his questions by pathetically redirecting his attention with someone elseâs random drama.
Theyâre both acting weird and secretive, and there is no way Tim is going to be kept out of such an intriguing mystery.
Usually Tim would just stalk his targets, but this is Damian we are talking about. It is incredibly difficult, if not impossible to track Damian without him noticing. Starting with Damianâs social media, Tim pin points all of the photo locations and begins to visit each site one at a time. He hacks the local cameras and reviews the footage from around the date the photo was uploaded.
Low and behold, footage of Damian smooshing his face into another ladies faceâŠ.
Whelp, Tim was certainly not expecting to see such a DISGUSTING display of affection. YUCK.
He didnât even know the rat could even feel those types of feelings.
Tim, now laying on his bed cuddled up to a pillow is looking⊠traumatised.
Sometimes, itâs better just not to know.
Barbara Gordon
No freaking way.
Barbara could not believe her very eyes.
When completing a Internet background check on the Wayne family to scrub any suspicious allegations or accusations, Babs found the Holy Grail of finds.
An account with a mysterious woman with months worth of photos with the Wayneâs local angsty brat, Damian Freaking Wayne.
When completing a generic photo match search. Lovey, dovey poses with Damian and a girl by the name Y/n flashed up on the screen.
This is juicy! To tell Bruce or not to tell Bruce, that is the question.
Jason Todd
Disgusting. Absolutely foul.
Itâs a random Tuesday evening when Jason jumps roof tops only to discover a couple making out all hot and heavy.
Their bodies tangling together as the man rips his shirt off. The girl sliding her hands along his abdomen before landing on his belt buckle.
The man then slides his hands from the back of her neck to her ass, giving it a needy grope before sliding his hands to the back of her thighs, lifting the woman with ease and pressing her against the wall.
This is hilarious, they have no idea Gothams most infamous Vigilante has caught them about to get down and dirty on Gothams roof top.
Jason sat down and ate his figurative pop-corn in humourous delight, until his eyes adjust.
âAinât no FUCKING way!â Jason yells, humours delight now churning into a disturbed nausea. He swallowed the bile raising up in his throat.
Pulling out his phone he calls Damian. Panting breaths filter through the phone, only furthering Jasonâs disgust.
âWhat?! Iâm in the middle of-â
âI know what your in the middle of you sick bastard! Take it indoors!â The line goes quite for just a moment. âLittle freak, your family patrols the roof tops you know, ugh, I canât - Iâm having a flash back to Selina and Bru- ugh Iâm gonna vomit.â
Duke
âFinally!â Duke announces, hoping over the back of the couch and sprawling out on the soft cushions of the plush couch. Without a second to spare Duke switches the TV on to watch the latest episode of his favourite show.
âThomas-â
âNo talking!â Duke wholesomely announces, crossing his arms over his chest.
âMy phone⊠forget it.â Damian grumbles, seeing Dukes eyes glued to the TV. Squishing further into the cushions, Duke feels the uncomfortable poke of a hard object pressing into his rib.
Wrenching the wretched object from its place, Duke holds a phone. His haphazard fingers pressing into the screen which lights up and shows the text of a person named Y/n.
Y/n: Canât wait for our date tonight, I miss your handsome face xx
Dukes cheeks heats up, seeing a private message he shouldnât have seen. Damian is incredibly private and may murder Duke for accidentally learning something he wasnât suppose to.
Wiping ïżŒany evidence of his fingers touching the phone Duke places the phone back between the cushions.
Best if he just abandons his show for now for a tactical retreat.
Bruce Wayne
God, why are his kids so weird?
Seriously? Out of all 20 of them, not a single one was normalâŠ
Sitting at the head of the dinner table, he watches his children talk amoungst themselves in weird cryptic speeches.
âDo you know what I know?â Tim asks intensely, the broccoli wedged on his fork, pointing at Dick, who stares back wide-eyed.
âI donât know anything ⊠why what do you know?â Dick says scanning the rest of the room to see if they somehow knew what Dick was referring to.
âI canât share what I know, but just know it. Is. Juicy.â Babs announces with a sly and taunting grin.
âI donât know anything, I didnât even want to see it. Oh god, Iâm feeling queasy.â Jason says crossing his arms over his stomach.
âIDidntSeeAnythingEither.â Duke announces quickly, and begins to quickly Hoover his dinner.
Damian sighs, massaging his temples at his idiotic siblings.
âSo I take it that you have all found out about Y/n?â Bruce asks calmly, slowly sawing into the plump steak on his plate.
The room falls dead silent as all heads turn towards Bruce, surprised that he knew and surprised that he had the guts to say what everyone else was thinking.
âFather, how do you know about Y/n?â
â⊠Iâm Batman.â
#dc imagine#dc x reader#batboys#batboys imagine#batboys x reader#Damian Wayne x reader#Damian x reader#Robin x reader#Damian Wayne imagine#Damian imagine
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just a little something that's been on my mind for a while now, like it's actually rotting my brain.
cw: stalking, a bit nsfw near the end, just general yandere stuff, not proof-read!!!!! so sorry if its a bit messy !!!!
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(romantic) yandere!batfam x reader
imagine being the shared darling of the batfam.
it only takes one of them for the rest to fall in love with you, too.
let's say you meet tim during one of the days he actually decides to go to class, and he's thanking the heavens he did.
slowly, he starts to integrate himself into your daily life, and into your friend group. they all love him, of course. who wouldn't love the kind, funny, and handsome tim drake?
during all of this, he'd already told his brothers about you, and because they can't hide anything from bruce, he finds out about you too. unsurprisingly, they come to appreciate you as much as tim has.
and suddenly, you get a particularly handsome new neighbour in the apartment across from you (which you didn't know was even up for rent) and somehow always seems to be in the middle of stripping when you're home. almost as if he can feel your eyes on him. of course, you make sure not to get caught, and avert your eyes as soon as the cloth leaves his waist.
later, you find out his name is jason, and make a good friend out of him. he smokes on his balcony, while you drink coffee on yours.
barely a week after that, you get a new regular at the café you work at. his name's dick grayson. he says it's probably best for you to yell out his last name for his orders too. he's a detective, which explains the late nights he comes into the café. he's always got a stupidly handsome smile on his face, which only adds onto his neverending charm.
and during the occasion that you're walking home alone, you always seem to run into one of the many vigilantes that guard gotham.
you meet both batman and robin during one of your walks home. you're not scared of them, as most people are; you're merely fascinated at the tall figure that towers over you, and his more colourful counterpart that is also taller than you. robin seems to be just a couple years younger than you. and batman... you can't seem to get a read on the man.
you greet them both as calmly as you can, a small smile on your lips. you get nods of acknowledgment from both of them, which you suppose is the most you're getting.
batman doesn't seem to like that you're walking alone, so he sends robin to walk you home. you don't understand why, and you tell them you've walked this route many times already, that they probably have worse things to take care of.
he tells you that you can never be too sure in gotham. with the way he says it, in that gravelly tone, you can't find yourself to disagree.
on your walk, now with robin's company, you feel safer. you also find out this robin is a man of few words, very unlike the last few robins yet much like batman.
the next night, you run into red robin, who has an air of familiarity around him. he's real friendlyâ in fact, it's almost like talking to a friend. you think you've seen his smile before.
the night after that, you meet nightwing in all of his spandex-clad glory. he's charming, almost flirty.
and for a week, you don't bump into any of the vigilantes, but you do feel watched. you should be frightened, by all means, but you have a feeling deep in your stomach that tells you they won't hurt you. whoever they are.
you see red hood after that week. he's the more intimidating one of the bunch, you reckon. you've nothing to be scared of, knowing he (along with all the others) only goes after the real awful people. you're not guilty of anything, as far as you know.
his voice is almost robotic, as if being run through a voice changer. it doesn't do much to help his image, though you suppose that's the point. he asks what a little thing like you is doing walking around these parts. you say you're just heading home, like all the times you've met one of them.
he lets you on his motorcycle. if you were paying enough attention, maybe you would've felt his heart beating a mile a minute.
your days go on like this for a while. class, work, walk home with one of gotham's protectors. rinse and repeat.
unbeknownst to you, cameras have been planted all around your apartment. in many angles of your bedroom too, save for your bathroom. they've decided to give you privacy in there. no matter how much dick begged.
though they do have clips saved of you walking around in just a towel, or your underwear. god knows what they're doing with those.
but truly, can you blame them? you've invaded the deepest crevices of their minds, your smell lingering on their noses, and the shape of your lips following them in their dreams.
oh, they can vividly seeâ almost feel your lips on theirs, and they wonder what you look like when your face is scrunched up from pleasure, as their fingers enter you.
but they'll have to wait a little longer. and they'll be damned if they lose you, when you're playing right into their hands.
this got so long !!!! i had to let this all out somewhere <//3 definitely gonna add more but i needed to cut it off at this đđđđ
#might focus on tim's part in all this next time!!!#tim drake x reader#red robin x reader#jason todd x reader#red hood x reader#dick grayson x reader#nightwing x reader#bruce wayne x reader#batman x reader#damian wayne x reader#dc x reader#batfam x reader#yandere batfam#yandere x reader#â dc.#â the bats.#â yan writes.
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back active!!
yâall pls give me requests i beg i beg pls
#anime#black reader#haikyuu#bwbm#dc#daddy toji#hinata shouyou#poc x reader#anime x black!reader#y/n anime#batman#batfam#flash#dick grayson#tim drake#detective comics#jjk#manga#naruto#tsukishima kei#x black fem reader
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Mrs. âWayneâ
Content warning: Swears, Arranged Marriage, talks of having an heir, Mentions of Bruceâs Affairs, Nightwing x Starfire mentioned
Based on this since no one else has done it (or at least not that I've seen...)
BTW guys if you want to write something based off something I write I ask that you tag me in it. (Unless it's like a broad thing... like if you see my post about Bruce bringing home a girl that he met and married that day then write a fic around that idea I ask that you credit me, but if you see my Yandere Bruce x reader and decide to make a "baby fever! Bruce x reader" that's more general so I don't think it would be fair of me to ask for credit.)
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"Honey I know you're angry with us but it's whatâs best for you. He's the richest man in the country." Your mother fixed your veil.
"He's a whore. And what's worse is that he doesn't even consider how it even affects his kids. I just picks up orphans off the street like they're lucky pennies or a 20 dollar bill for him." You grimaced.
"You know what a..." She sounded appalled. "20 dollar bill is? Oh how I've failed you as a mother."
"Don't be so dramatic." You rolled your eyes.
"Are you ready to go?" Your father entered into the private room. "You look beautiful Princess."
"Thanks dad."
"Come on." He grabbed your hand as you grabbed the bouquet. You wrapped your arm around his as you two walked down the isle to your soon-to-be husband, Bruce "Brucie" Wayne.
You looked down through the entire ceremony, up until the Vows. Brucie's were short and sweet. "We may not know each other too well but I swear to be loyal, thoughtful, and truthful through our entire marriage." At which you heard a faint snort from the front row. You slightly glance over and see a young man a few years younger than you trying to hold laughter, his white streak bobbing as he shook with laughter. Brucie's glaring at him.
You turned back to your inevitable spouse and said your vows. "I promise to stand by your side in all your endeavors, even if that means adopting 10 more orphans you pick up from the streets like they were stray cats." You said in a monotonous voice.
You two finish off the ceremony with the standard ceremonial officiator speach.
"Do you Bruce Wayne take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
"I do."
He turns to me. "Do you-"
"I do." You cut him off. Surprising everyone with how forward that was. Some whispers were heard amongst the crowd, undoubtedly calling you a gold digger for being so eager to get this ceremony over with.
"Well at least she's eager! That's almost gotta ensure this marriage lasts right?" The officiator jokes to ease the tension. "If anyone objects to this marriage please speak now or forever hold your peace." The same young man who was laughing held up his hand but it was pushed down by a man about your age sitting next to him. "Then you may now kiss the bride."
You and your new husband shared a chaste kiss before you ran down the isle and out to the limo. And after a short drive you made it to the spot where you were scheduled to take your wedding photos and have the reception.
The reception was void of life, stuffy, like all those galas your parents forced you to attend. Hopefully this didn't end up like one of the incidents of Brucie flirting with milfs, sticking his tongue down a young squeezes throat, or twerking on ice sculptures.
Eventually Brucie takes you over to the loudest table in the place. "Wifey, these are my kids and co. Dick my oldest, the trouble maker who laughed during the ceremony is Jason, my oldest daughter Cass, the middles Stephanie and Tim, and Damian my youngest. Then there's Barbara Commissioner Gordons daughter, and our newest member of our family Duke."
"I'm the only blood child." Damian points out.
"Let's hope debauchery isn't hereditary."
Jason bursts out laughing at that. "I like her already."
"Really? Cause I had to hold your hand like a toddler during the ceremony to keep you from throwing a tantrum like a toddler." Dick points out.
"Can you blame me Dickie. She's your age. If anyone should be having a hissy fit it's you. Well you and maybe Babs."
"But we're not. So can't you be mature about this."
"I think Todd's lack of manners have become more acceptable considering what she said. Now it stands out less. Congrats Todd, you're now the family's second biggest embarrassment." Damian rolled his eyes.
"Haha" You laughed sarcastically. "What are you stray cats fighting over anyway that has you so rowdy? Someone throw out a can on anchovies?"
"No we're just excited to have a new Mom." Dick smiled at you.
"Oh looks like my new Father-in-law is calling me over for some business talk. I'll be back, Wifey. You just stay here and mingle." Your husband walks away and you turn back to the Brucie bunch.
"I know you guys probably don't like me or find it weird that I'm so close to your guys ages. Do me a favor and just put up with me for say five to ten years." They looked at you confused so you elaborate. "Brucie and I signed a prenup that if I asked for a divorce I'd get nothing. But give it a few years and he'll find a new fling. They'll get caught and he'll ask for a divorce to save his image. Don't worry I'll only ask for at most a million. Standard sum for a celebrity of his caliber."
Damian glares at you. "You skank."
"I'm being realistic. As a woman in high society you get to be a man's pretty young thing till you're 40. By then you've either started your own multi-million dollar business or you're the divorced crone who can't do any better. Most relationships of this caliber are shams held together by pool boys and secretaries. Or the few lucky ones that got married for love instead of PR."
"Bruce isn't like that." Tim defends.
"Oh please. I've seen him go to a date with a woman and leave with two completely different women than the woman he arrived with." You rolled your eyes
"Maybe when he was younger, but he's changed." Duke stood up to confront you.
"It's nothing personal kids, it's just business. I don't care if that's how he chooses to live his life. I won't be around much to see it anyway, I'm going to be rather busy." You shrugged, seemingly above it all.
"Busy with what?" Cass glared.
"Trading stocks and such, preparing for the inevitable divorce. Maybe I'll go sponsor some artists or a theatre production if I'm bored. I don't know, but what I can tell you is that it's coming." You turn around to walk away and see Brucie already flirting with another woman. "And from the looks of it, it's coming sooner than we could've ever guessed." You smirked, feeling vindicated. The rest of them looked on in horror.
After the reception you two left on a rather uneventful honeymoon. The private villa was garish and gaudy. It felt like a petty excuse to flaunt his wealth especially because you two spent the entire trip sleeping in different rooms. And on top of all that half way through he up and left you with his black card and flew back to the mansion to deal with an "emergency". Your best guess was a whiny sugar baby was getting pissy.
At the end of the trip you flew back and had to catch an uber home. None of them even came to pick you up from the airport. Though with how they reacted to your statements at the reception could you really blame them?
Regardless you practically snuck into the mansion with the help of Alfred who showed you to a small guest room on the first floor. It had a single queen sized bed without even a comforter, just a white duvet, and on either side of the bed were nightstands.
"Thank you Alfred." You nodded to.
"You're welcome." He bows. "If there's anything else you need please feel free to inform me immediately."
"Brucie left this with me in his vacation home, can you give this back to him and tell him I said thank you for the take out?" You handed over the black card.
"Take out?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. And for letting me use the Wayneflix account while I was there. If I may make a slight suggestion, give your regency era shows more attention. Thank you Alfred. I'll go unpack now."
"I've already taken the liberty of unpacking your clothes into the wardrobe and dresser." He revealed.
"You didn't need to do that."
"I know you requested that I not but I felt I'd rather have your room ready for you than for you to stress when you arrived." He bowed.
"That's very sweet but I have a very particular system. My outfits all fit together in a specific way." You start to rearrange your clothes in the way you see fit.
"Might I learn how you like them so I can properly sort them next time?"
"No, it's okay. I can do my own laundry." You offered.
"Have you ever done your own laundry?" He raised an eyebrow accusingly.
"Well... no." You confessed. "But you already have like 14 other people's laundry to do. I don't want to be a bother. Besides I don't want you to waste a few weeks when it won't matter in a few years."
"So Master Damian has told me you've said. Nevertheless I'm willing to learn to do this if you are willing to learn how to do your own cooking and laundry."
"Why are you helping me?"
"I've met many people whom Master Wayne has brought into his life. You are the first who's actually wanted to fend for yourself. If you are running a long con into Master Wayne's pocket it's either the smartest or the dumbest plan I've ever seen concocted. Besides, many of the Wayne's don't currently reside here full time. Master Dick lives with his wife missus Koriand'r. Master Jason lives in a renovated greenhouse studio apartment. Miss Barbara and Miss Cassandra live as roommates. And Master Wayne lives in either his WayneTech or home Office. I have more than enough time to learn."
You genuinely smiled for the first time since you heard about the engagement. The two of you spent the rest of the day organizing clothes and making cookies.
"-And that is the difference between Light Academia and Pastel Academia.â
He looked stunned. "How do you keep all this straight?"
"It's just something I got into because I wanted to disassociate from my hopeless reality. I figured fake it till you make it right? Someday I could have a different, more quiet life. And finding subtle nuances between aesthetics is honestly fun. Like a game of spot the difference."
âOh my! Look at the time! Itâs already 4 oâclock!â Alfred looks stunned at the time.
âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to spend four hours talking about this.â
"It's quite alright Missus Wayne."
"I'll go bring these to Brucie. Might as well let him know that he's not getting any inheritance from a tragic accident that happened to me."
"Master Wayne cares for you. I hope you know that. It may not be in the most... romantic measure... but I swear that he was not lying on your wedding day when he said he'd remain faithful to you." Alfred tried to reassure.
"If you say so Alfred." You gave him a small smile.
Alfred looked at her sadly as she walked away. He wished there was more he could do to help you fit in around the manor. Someone as grounded as you would be a good addition in Brice's life, he just knew it!
Later in the Batcave, Alfred confronted Bruce
"Master Wayne I have an idea on how to keep your new wife busy."
"Why should I care about what's she's doing with her life? I have more important things to do than to worry about than some nepo-baby throwing a tantrum.
"Why should you care? How about the fact that you have never had a serious relationship and making this work is crucial for your public image? How about the fact that she has given up her entire life to cater towards your brash decision after one petty comment Mr. West made about your love life?" Alfred started listing off reasons; becoming more irate as he did. "How about the fact that if she's not kept busy during the day she'll eventually stumble upon the entrance of the Batcave?"
That peaked Bruce's interest. "I'm listening." He swivels around in his chair.
"Offer her a job as the family's social media manager." Alfred proposed.
"What? Why?" Bruce looked at him, skeptically.
"She's very knowledgeable about different aesthetics and trend. She could make this family look..." He tried to find a nice word to describe them.
"Normal?" Bruce interrupts with an almost bored look on his face.
"I was going to say civil but that works too." Alfred shrugged as Bruce groaned. "Don't take it the wrong way Master Wayne. I love this Family with all my heart but you cannot deny that they can be a bit rowdy at times."
"A bit is an understatement. It would look good for your PR... fine. Go ask her... but If it is not up to Wayne Enterprise standards you're firing her for me!"
So that's what you've been doing for the past few months.
"Jason, I'm telling you, motorcycles are out! Most girls aren't going for the bad boy vibe anymore! They're into Timothée Chalamet!" You argued over the phone with Jason, Bruce's most rebellious child, even more so than the 12 year old pain in the ass! "Fine, we'll talk later. I have an unexpected visitor anyway." You looked behind you as Bruce entered.
Bruce made a habit of being loud around the house for her. You knew he was being exceptionally weird but you didn't exactly know why. You didn't really care all that much either.
He came up behind you and started to massage your shoulders. "Jason giving you trouble again."
"...yeah." You said shrinking into yourself. The one thing you hadn't quite gotten used to was Bruce's attempts to flirt with you. You knew that he wanted to keep public image favorable, but it didn't make sense why he flirted with you behind closed doors.
He leaned down and started kissing your exposed shoulders in your off the shoulder sweater dress. You wriggled out and away from him in discomfort and he looked at you puzzled. "What's wrong?"
"I don't like you touching me." You confessed. "I don't- ...I don't see us that way... I'm sorry."
He sat on the edge of your desk. "You have nothing to apologize for. I'm the one who should apologize. It's just that... we haven't done anything yet and-"
"And what? You think I'm a slut that's just going to put out for you?" You interrupted.
"No! I just meant that you were probably wanting me to... be more romantic... I thought you'd want me to instigate something..." He stood there, not knowing what to do.
"Well you thought wrong." You left your office angrily. You stomped out of there and went to the library. You looked over all the books they had. Classics like the Iliad and Crime and Punishment to so many romance novels. But one book in particular caught your interest. The History of Taxes.
"Who wants to read about taxes?" You cringed. The book looked relatively untouched. 'Typical,' you thought. 'Rich people can't even be bothered to try and read the books they have in their house.' She went to pull it out and found the bookshelf moving.
On the other side was the answer to one of the greatest mysteries she's had since she came to Gotham, "Who is Batman and Co?"
There it was! The Batcave and All it's glory...
Oh... the bags under his eye of sleepless nights, the flirty persona, the stomping around trying to make his presence known to you.
"Bruce Wayne is Batman..." No sooner had you said those words did you feel a sharp pain in the back of your head and the world fade into darkness...
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The talk
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Sumary: Tim coming out and taking his boyfriend home for the first time.
Tim Drake x Batmom!reader, Bruce Wayne x Batmom!reader, Tim Drake x Bernard Dowd. Fem!reader (Use of she/her pronounce)
Note: There might be some posecive Dad!Bruce in here, but it's okay. He just needs to get used to his childeren growing up. Art/picture is from Pintrest, credits go to whoever made it.
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Tim has been dating for a while now and he rather liked it. Bernard was amazing and super mega sweet, and handsome. Bruce sort of knew but Y/N didnât. Tim knew that she would be supportive, but he still felt nervous about telling his mom about it. Bernard told him to maybe take a calm approach, eas the idea or something like that. Though Tim didnât really know if that would work on Y/N, he was going to try anyway. Because he wanted his mom to know.
Y/N sat on the couch doing some work on her laptop when Tim got down to the living room. He fidgeted a bit with his hands as he approached the couch. âMom? Could we maybe have a chat?â Tim asked, the nervousness clear in his voice. Y/N looked up from her work and smiled at Tim. âOf course, sweetheart. Come have a seat.â She answered. She saved her work and closed the laptop, before giving all her attention to Tim.
Tim sat down next to Y/N on the couch, tucking his legs underneath him. He looked at his knees not knowing how to start. âItâs okay, Tim, take all the time you need to tell me what you need to tell meâ Y/N said trying to reassure Tim. Gently placing a hand on the back of his head. âI wonât be mad if that is what you are worried about.â Tim tilted his head to look at Y/N and took a big deep breath. âMom⊠Iâm gay.â Tim said. He looked at Y/N to see her reaction, but there was nothing but a gentle smile.Â
âW-why arenât you saying anything?â Tim asked after a while, not understanding why Y/N didnât say anything. Y/N just carefully pulled Tim into a big hug. âBecause I already knew. And you know what, I'm glad you finally told me. I never wanted to make you uncomfortable and force you to tell me or your dad. I just wanted you to know we love you no matter your sexuality. But you have to tell me one thing though.â Y/N tells Tim as she rubbed his back and held him close to her. Tim nodded his head in answer. âWhy tell me now? Did you meet someone?â Tim nodded again at the questions. âHis name is Bernard, heâs my boyfriendâŠâ
Y/N kissed the top of Timâs head before speaking again. âThat is wonderful, sweetie. I hope he makes you smile and really happy. Just know that I will kick his ass if he hurts you and that he is now required to come over for dinner.â Tim laughed a bit and nodded his head. âIâll tell him that. I think heâll like meeting you and dad.âÂ
âGood, because it will be a small interrogation,â Y/N jokes. âDoes dad know?â Time got a bit nervous again when Y/N asked if Bruce knew. He thinks Bruce knows, but not for sure. So he shrugged in answer. âDo you want me to tell him?â Y/N asked, to which Tim nodded. âAlright, Iâll tell the big bad batâ
âThanks. mom, love youâÂ
âI love you too, baby birdâ
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A few days go by and Tim invites Bernard over for dinner with the family. Y/N told Bruce like she promised and Bruce was all like âof course i know! I am Gothamâs greatest detective, I know when my son is gay. He didnât know, but he was happy no matter what. Y/N made sure that Damian and Jason would behave in front of Bernard, this made both boyâs pout, but they were bribed with desert so it was okay. Alfred made sure to make the best dinner ever, but not too much, it had to be a nice home meal, not a fancy dinner party meal.Â
"Excited?" Y/N asked Tim as they both waited by the door for Bernard. âYeah, but it kind of feels weird, bringing my boyfriend home to meet my family.â Tim answered, a small smile on his face and a dreamy look in his eyes. Y/N placed her hand on Timâs head. âItâs always like that the first time. Youâre lucky itâs with me and not just Bruce. I heard some stories from Jason and Dick that didnât go all that well.âÂ
Tim nodded his head. âYeah, the few times that it did happen were weird. We also never saw them after that. But Bernard is not scared of the big bat Wayne family.â Just before Y/N could say more the doorbell rang and Tim quickly opened the door for Bernard. Both boyâs smiled and gave each other a hug.
âBernard, this is my mom, Y/N. Mom, this is Bernard, my boyfriend.â Tim introduced Y/N to Bernard. Y/N smiled at Bernard and held out a hand for him. âIt is lovely to meet you, Bernard.â Y/N told Bernard as they shook hands. âIt is an honor to meet you, miss Wayne.âÂ
âYou can call me Y/N, no need to be so formalâ Y/N answered. Tim smiled and took Bernardâs hand. Leading him towards the living room. âYouâll have to meet the other first before dinner, but donât worry it wonât be like all the stories I told you.â Tim said with a big smile on his face. It was clear, already, how much Tim loved Bernard. This of course Y/N noticed and it made her feel so proud and happy that her Baby bird was happy too.Â
Once in the living room Bernard was met with seven heads, most of them looking a bit stern. Tim gave his hand a light squeeze of reassurance. âEveryone, this is Bernard, Timâs boyfriend. Bernard these are my husband Bruce, my sons Dick, Jason, Duke and Damian, and my daughters, Stephanie and Cassie. And not to forget our lovely Barbara." Y/N introduced everyone to Bernard. Most of them started to smile, but Bruce looked, well, a bit menacing.
Tim took Bernard to the couch with his siblings and they started to chat while Y/N went over to Bruce. âYou donât have to scare him off, you know.â Y/N said as she wrapped her arms around Bruceâs shoulders and placed her chin on top of his head. âIâm not scaring him, just up serving.â Bruce answered with a bit of a grumpy toon. âSure, love, just be nice okay? Tim is really looking forward to this and he wants it to go nice. Please donât scare away Timâs boyfriend, Bruce.â Y/N requested before placing a kiss on Bruceâs cheek. Bruce grumbled a bit before answering with a sharp. âFine, darlingâ
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Batboys x quiet! reader(who is not quiet in private)
( some of the reasons for the quietness is a bit traumatic so uhh warning)
Dick grayson -
opposites attract is possibly my favorite trope ever. And that is exactly what you guys are . Not exactly golden retriever x black cat though people who didn't know you guys well assumed such .
Dick would get exhausted spending forever being charming and charismatic for even the most extroverted of people get tired when they had to manage multiple superhero teams, a detective squad and the whole batfamily.
You were silence, peace serenity almost..until you weren't. Grayson was worried about this relationship in the start, after all you guys were really different. He was afraid you were going to be annoyed by his sunshine self, and that when he isn't feeling like talking, the conversations would go silent.
But you really are so different when comfortable with someone, and its tough not to trust and drop your shield with grayson.
It took him by surprise slowly seeing you open up and show your weird side. It somehow made him cherish it more and even want to show sides of him that only you got to see.
When he asked you why you weren't like this with everyone you said " My parents had a habit of talking over me, sometimes outrightly not hearing me speak at all. No matter how loud I spoke..i wondered if they couldn't hear me...if anyone even wanted to you" "why me then?" asked dick , "you're nothing like my parents, I know you care" and he does..he really does. He won't ever let you feel like that every again. He will make sure everything you want said is heard, and if not he will burn it into the skyline
Jason todd
he appreciated it, a quiet person in public. He hated being in public, he hated the buzz the noise the push the touch of humans around him. He felt strange
till he feels you hold his knowing you felt just as strange as him. Leave the gala and walk around the library , one earphone in each ear listening to whatever you wished to play.
Pulling you close in crowded areas- was it for you or for him? Glaring at anyone who dared tease you about your quietness. A single glare usually does the job but don't worry ...other ways exist too.
He loves that when you two are alone, you are a completely different person. It makes him feel special, like he is the only one who understands you. Because you're the only one who understands him.
When he asks " well I guess I never felt like people liked what came out of my mouth.. my humour too dark, my words too dumb and I didn't make sense. So I stopped trying" don't worry about being cringe..he understands you completely
Tim drake
he is intruiged. How do you pull such a perfect facade. How does one look so poised and collected with those rich assholes and so wild and untamed with him?
He could never really perfect the act the way you did. He's seen you grow up, but somehow its like you were born with two people living in your brain.
If you're this mysterious to your childhood lover, how does anyone in the world even think that they could know you, both versions of you.
Dont get me wrong, he loved it, A mystery he never could solve, not even with your help.
" Teach me your ways master" "I remember you wanting me to call you that last night..oh no wait it was si-" "shut upp" "fine ill tell you timmy boy, I just believe those rich stick up their ass puppets don't deserve to see all ..this.." "what about school kids, friends , teemates-" "I don't need anyone to get me as long as you do"
He will never get it, even if someone engraved it into his skin he wont understand everything about you , you'll always be the case he couldn't solve.
AND WE ARE BACK BICHES , send in requests and stuff, inbox open again blah blah I'm feeling much better now but I might push angst stuff more
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Taking Kinktober Requests
It has been a minute since I have been on here. Either way, I decided to move between here and Ao3 to fill my request slots for kinktober. I hope to do two sets of all reader/yn inserts, but not mention the y/n. So I want to do a Harry Potter theme and a Batfam theme for the season. All of these will be posted to Ao3 in a dedicated grouping. So if you have a character you really want let me know. I am not sticking to a specific list so feel free to browse what is around and send me the character and the kink. Once I filled all 31 slots I will post the final list.
#kinktober#kinktober 2024#writing#fanfic#ao3 fanfic#detective comics#harry potter#reader insert#smut#reader x character#open requests#fanfic request#batman#batfam#nightwing#red hood#jason todd#tim drake#dick grayson#draco malfoy#fred weasley#ron weasley#weasley twins#sebastian sallow#ominis gaunt#hogwarts legacy#tom riddle#sirius black#remus lupin
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LIES, SPIES, AND HOT GUYS |
Gn!Detective!Reader x Batman
summary: as a detective you make sure you prioritize Bruce Wayneâs safety but he assures you he doesnât need it, prick.
You never expected to find yourself at one of Gotham's most glamorous eventsâa gala at Wayne Manor. Awkward and out of place, you struggle to fit in among Gotham's elite.
The moment you stepped into Wayne Manor, you felt like a fish out of water. The grand chandeliers, the polished marble floors, and the glittering gowns of Gotham's elite were a far cry from the gritty crime scenes and dimly lit precincts you were used to.
Far different. The air felt too expensive to breathe.
Why had you even agreed to this?
Oh right, the Commissioner insisted on having "a few of Gotham's finest" at the event, just in case. And with your gruff demeanor and awkward social skills, you had drawn the short straw.
Awkwardly, you stood near a large ornate column, sipping a glass of water and trying to avoid eye contact with the crowd. Despite the suit and tieâor, in their case, a somewhat ill-fitting tuxedoâthey felt utterly out of place. The pants felt too tight around your rear and you got this done at the shop. How could they screw that up?
Your eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail, searching for anythingâor anyoneâout of the ordinary.
Just as you were beginning to try to relax, you spotted a group of familiar faces. The Wayne kidsâDick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, and a few othersâstood near the large windows, looking far too at ease in the luxurious setting.
Summoning a bit of courage, you approached them. After all, if they were going to be stuck here, they might as well make some polite conversation.
"Grayson, Drake," You greeted with a nod, trying to sound casual but polite.
Dick smiled brightly. "Detective! Didn't expect to see you here!"
"Yeah, well⊠duty calls, I wasnât exactly invited by you but..â You muttered, feeling a bit more self-conscious than you intended. Tim gave a small nod of acknowledgment, while Damian looked as uninterested as ever.
Why do you even try at this.
Before the conversation could go further, a familiar voice cut through the air.
"Detective, welcome to Wayne Manor."
You turned to see Bruce Wayne approaching, his signature charming smile firmly in place. The billionaire looked every bit the part, effortlessly exuding wealth and charisma.
His looks lived up to the legend, pretty punk.
"Mr. Wayne," You greeted, doing their best to mask their awkwardness. Which probably failed. "Thanks for having me.â
"Of course. I always appreciate Gotham's finest keeping an eye on things," Bruce replied, his tone friendly yet distant. There was a glint in his eyes, something that set you on edge. Before they could respond, Bruce offered another smile, then excused himself, moving on to mingle with other guests.
You watched him go, your brows furrowing. Something about Bruce seemed⊠off. But before you could dwell on it, your attention snapped back to the task at hand: scanning the room for any potential threats.
As the evening wore on, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease. You kept a close eye on Bruce from across the room, noting how the billionaire seemed to glide through the crowd effortlessly, charming everyone he spoke to. But that nagging feeling in the back of your mind wouldn't go away.
And then it happened.
A loud crash echoed through the grand hall, followed by the panicked screams of guests. The doors burst open, and a group of armed robbers stormed in, weapons raised. Chaos erupted as people dove for cover, and the orchestraâs music was abruptly silenced.
"Everyone down! Now!" one of the robbers shouted, firing a warning shot into the ceiling.
Instinctively, you reached for their gun, but the crowd's panic made it impossible to get a clear shot. People were scrambling, pushing, and shouting. In the confusion, you caught sight of Bruce Wayne, who had been near the doors moments before. Now, he was nowhere to be seen.
Damn it!
You pushed through the crowd, your focus entirely on finding Bruce. If something happened to Gotham's golden boy on your watch, you would never forgive yourself.
Thankfully, you managed to slip away from the main hall, only to find Bruce backing into a nearby room, the door clicking shut just as you reached it. They shoved the door open and rushed inside, finding Bruce standing calmly by the window, looking far too composed for someone who was supposed to be terrified.
His fingers twitched when he heard the door open though, so maybe he was alarmed. You couldnât blame him, it was a scary situation for anyone.
"Mr. Wayne, are you alright?" You panted, closing the door behind them and locking it.
Bruce turned to face them, an almost amused expression on his face. "Iâm fine, Detective."
"Good. Stay here," You ordered, pulling out their gun and moving to stand between Bruce and the door. "Iâll handle this."
Bruce raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "That wonât be necessary."
You frowned. "What do you mean it wonât be necessary? There are armed robbers out there! You need to stay put, or you could get hurt."
"I assure you, Iâm perfectly capable of taking care of myself," Bruce said, his tone calm and almost⊠teasing.
The detectiveâs frustration flared. Here you were, trying to protect this man, and he was acting like it was no big deal. "Look, I get that youâre used to getting your way, but right now, you need to let me do my job!"
Bruceâs eyes narrowed slightly, the playful glint fading. "And what if I told you that I could handle this situation better than you think?"
You were about to snap back, but the words died in their throat as they realized what Bruce was implying. "Youâre not seriously thinking about playing hero, are you? This is my duty.â
Marching up to him, you poked your finger repeatedly into his chest.
âIâm here to protect you, Mr. Wayne.â
Before Bruce could respond, a loud bang echoed from the hallway, followed by heavy footsteps approaching the door. With precision, you pulled Bruce by the waist and forced him behind you. You stiffened, turning their full attention to the door. "Stay behind me."
"Detectiveâ"
"I said stay behind me!" You hissed, cutting Bruce off as you aimed your gun at the door. Your heart pounded in your chest, adrenaline surging through your veins.
The door burst open, and you were ready to fire, but the figure that entered the room made them hesitate. It was Nightwing.
"Hold your fire!" Nightwing ordered, raising his hands as he stepped inside.
You lowered their weapon, exhaling a shaky breath. "What are you doing here?"
Nightwing glanced at Bruce, then back at you. A cheeky glint in his eyes. "Iâm here to get him out of here.â
"Wait, you know him?" You asked, confused.
Nightwingâs lips curled into a half-smile. "You could say that."
Bruce stepped forward, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Thank you for your concern, Detective, but Iâll be safe with him."
You opened their mouth to argue, but the calm, assured look in Bruceâs eyes stopped them. For some reason, you believed himâdespite how absurd it all seemed.
But did you seriously suck that much at your job that he felt safer with masked vigilante than a GCPD officer? You felt your pride shatter.
With a bitter taste in your mouth and the slightest pout on your lips, you nodded. Giving Bruce a pat on the back.
Nightwing took Bruce by the arm, guiding him toward the door. "Come on, letâs get you somewhere safe."
You watched them go, their mind racing. None of this made sense. Why would Nightwing, of all people, be protecting Bruce Wayne? And why did Bruce seem so⊠unconcerned?
As the door closed behind them, You finally allowed yourself to breathe. The realization hit you like a freight train: Batman was out there, hunting these criminals, and Bruce Wayne was likely his next target.
"Idiot," You muttered to yourself, rubbing your temples. "Of course, Batman would want to protect him."
Then you felt your heart sink.
âOr harm him.â
But deep down, you couldnât shake the feeling that there was more to Bruce Wayne than met the eye. Something you couldnât quite put you're finger on.
As you exited the room, ready to join the fight outside, you couldnât help but wonder: Just who exactly was Bruce Wayne? And why did they feel like they were in way over their head?
One thing was for sure: you were going to find out.
And when you did, you had a feeling it would change everything.
Red Hood stopped your inner monologue. âYo, Hey, Dudeâ Câmon. Snap out of it.â
You blinked, your eyes reaching up.
âNow, are you going to stand there looking like a rookie, or are you going to help me with these goons?â
You snapped out of your thoughts, turning to see Red Hood leaning casually against the doorframe, his helmet tilted slightly as if amused by your daze. You cursed inwardlyâfirst Nightwing, now Red Hood. How many of Gothamâs vigilantes were going to show up tonight?
âYouâre here too?â you asked, exasperated.
âYeah, and lucky for you. Looks like you could use the backup,â
Red Hood quipped, pushing off the doorframe and stepping into the room. âNow, are we gonna take these guys down, or do you need a minute to process whatever conspiracy theories youâre cooking up?â
You shot him a glare but nodded. âFine. Letâs get this over with.â
Red Hood grinned beneath his helmet, drawing his guns. âHell yeah.â
a/n: guys, asks r open :3 I wanna write more for my boysss đ«¶đ (no cursed shit plz)
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Submissive Batboys Headcanons
This was requested! I was also inspired by another anon to post something for Valentine's Day!!! So, here's a special treat!
Please note that all characters are 18+. If you do not feel comfortable with NSFW content, do not continue reading.
Feedback is always appreciated. Feel free to message me privately or comment below to let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome!Â
Pairing: Batfam x gn!reader
Theme: Smut
Word Count: 652
Bruce Wayne:
takes a good minute to convince him to be a sub
he DESPISES not being in control, so to have him give up control in a vulnerable and intimate setting, you have to be someone special.
heâs not gonna do it with just anybody
this needs to be planned out well in advance
would probably end up loving it, because omg everyone needs a break from being a control freak every once in a while.
heâll probably be into some form of masochism (duh! heâs Batman! donât know how you can get any more masochistic than that)
wax and impact play would probably be the most probable kinks in this dynamic (anything that makes him not think his responsibilities)
Dick Grayson:
you probably donât even need to bring this conversation up. heâd probably do it himself :D
super adventurous in the bedroom, so this would def be a dynamic that is commonplace
probably thinks itâs fun to switch things up every once in a while!
heâll pretty much be down for anything you want to do
honestly would love be pegged (he doesnât want to be able to walk tomorrow)
he aims to please! your satisfaction is his utmost priority
however, he would definitely be a bratty sub.
he would talk back and mouth off, just so you could punish him (itâs not really a punishment if he really wants it though, is it?)
Jason Todd:
this is a really interesting one to think about!
i think itâs very similar to Bruce
you have to someone super special for him to even entertain thisÂ
youâd have to go super slow. multiple conversations are required and check-ins throughout the act are necessaryÂ
with that being said, he just wants to be loved and to love! he wants to explore this dynamic, but he holds back due to previous trauma. he would be down with anything with the person heâs comfortable with but!!!!!! would definitely have to be a scheduled event, so that everything is discussed beforehand
he would enjoy it! the liberation he experiences by letting go is euphoric. itâs just the prep that takes a bit of time
delayed orgasms, rope play, and some light impact play would probably most interest him
aftercare would be extremely important and will be the highlight of the entire experience
Tim Drake:
he would probably bring it up first, as well :D
down for anything! super adventurous and with his outstanding detective skills, he probably knows more about you want/like more than you
youâll be completely surprised at how accurate he is
heâd be so fun to experiment with! again, he wants to do anything you want to do
he wouldnât be all that bratty - he wants the best of the best for you and he lives to please!
he would likely be into slave/service sub dynamics
delayed orgasms would totally be his thing!!!! heâs also a rope bunny
donât get my man confused, he is not inherently a sub. heâs just a damn good switch, and it all depends on his mood
he is not quiet whatsoever! he is gonna let you KNOW what he likes
Adult!Damian Wayne:
you definitely would have to bring this up to him
he might take a moment to mull it over, but he will agree to your demands rather quicklyÂ
he thinks itâs funny more than anything, thinking that you could be a dom, but he likes it way more than he lets it on initially
you would have to take baby steps, but soon enough it becomes more commonplace for him to sub
spanking and wax play is at the top of his list. itâs also an ego thing - he wants to show off to you and to himself how much pain he can handle
heâs super bratty, so you just have to smack him aroundÂ
lowkey loves seeing the bruises on himself afterwards
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