#what if jason is just in his head and like

[arkhamsbrat]

jason todd is never going to admit that he is an extremely jealous man. that’d scare you off and he knows it. but he cant help that his left eye twitches when your friend calls you. he hears a deep voice on the line and he just stares.

its not that he doesnt trust you, but he does fear the day that you realize he isnt enough for you. too damaged, too brooding, too mean. it all boils down to not wanting to be replaced.

the jealousy calms down (slightly) when you turn to him with an smile and roll your eyes playfully. “drama queen!” you mouth while pointing at your phone. jason chuckles silently and lays his head in your lap, studying you while you speak.

your hands instinctively move to comb through his hair, finding your own comfort in the movement. his feelings are well hidden, he thinks. but you can see it in his eyes. the pretty blue orbs cloud over, wheels turning behind them at a speed you couldn’t match.

when your friend finally hangs up, you set your phone to the side and cup his cheeks with both hands. “y’okay?” he grumbled as his arms snaked around your waist. “nothin’ you gotta worry about.” there it was. “i’m your girlfriend, that’s like the whole point.”

if he was honest with you, you may run. hide from him somewhere he’d never pull you back out of. he couldn’t lose this, lose you. after years he’s finally found something to feel safe in- someone. but he couldn’t keep pushing you. he could see it in your eyes any time he swept his own feelings under the rug and locked you out of his mind.

he huffed, pausing for a moment before finally opening up with a mumble. “i dont like sharin’… just wanna keep y’to myself.” you hum and nod, waiting for him to continue. “‘s hard. everyone loves you, everyone wants your attention. just wanna keep you in my pocket.”

he scans over you, waiting for the snap- for you to get up and run. it doesn’t come. you kiss his forehead and shoot him a comforting smile.“thank you for telling me that, baby… am i doing enough for you?” it was just like you to start trying to fix it for the both of you. what else was he supposed to expect from you other than kindness?

“you’re doin’ enough, don’t worry about that, it’s just…” he drones off, not sure how to explain it. your finger taps his forehead gently. “all up here?” he nods once. “y’aren’t the only one who gets jealous, jayce.”

“it’s different.” he pouts, its adorable. “you… you’re not-” your hands cup his cheeks, forcing him to look up at you. “gonna stop you there. isnt different, and you don’t get to keep playing the ‘you aren’t broken’ card. you’re allowed to feel jealous and not feel like a monster.” he gives you a silent nod, still moping. “should i feel like a monster every time some girl looks at you while we’re out?” that was the first time you’ve admitted it, and honestly? you’d prefer he got cocky over you being jealous. he shook his head. “when it comes to us, if you wouldn’t be pissed at me doing it, don’t be pissed at yourself.”

there was a long road ahead, but he’s worth it. he’s worth it all.

[kenwio]

Joker's kid! reader : how batfamily would react on them trying to end their life

Route : recovered dove

Please read warnings before reading this one!

If you do not feel like reading it, it's okay! (Spoilers will be at the end of this part) Please have tea or hot cocoa, and read relax 💖 and remember there are people who care and support you 💖 I'll be posting more fluff in future parts

Warnings : heavy topics, mentions of death, implications of self-destructive behavior and suicidal behavior, hurt/comfort, traumatized characters.

Idea for this part from this ask here . I also used this idea for comfort part form here

Author's note : I'm including this part in route: Recovered dove only because I want to show that mental healing of Joker's kid is a long way, it had ups and downs, but in the end they have family who acres about them now.

You don't know what exactly triggered it. Maybe it was the fact that everyone started discussing break out in Arkham asylum instead of the usual breakfast convention, maybe it was how Bruce said he didn't have time for you, maybe it was how Alfred was distant today, so you thought something wrong, maybe it was that Dick ignored you today, maybe it was that Jason's aggressive demeanor when you saw him, maybe it was Tim's comment when you brought him coffee, maybe it was Damian's harshness when you meet him near your room today.

That all made you feel so lost. To see them all being unwelcoming to you again was overwhelming. Is it because your father is free again, and they thought you'd be helping him? Wait if your father is free... he will want you back. You don't want back! No! You don't want to be with him again! You do not want to be experimented on again, be beaten up by him again. You thought it was finally over, that you were taken away from that life, never to return. You thought you found family! Why does he have to ruin your life again? He drove her away from you already, the only person who protected you before Batman and his birds, the only person who was your family before them, your mom ... and now he is doing it again; he is taking your family away again! But were they your family? You thought that Bruce was thinking about you as his own child, you thought that Alfred was proud of your progress, you thought that Dick was happy to spend time with you, you thought that Jason was enjoying your shared reading time, you thought that Tim liked to study with you, you thought that Damian finally accepted you. Were you wrong? Was it all a lie? Did they want to use you as bait for your father? Or did they think you would be able to tell them something about him? Was that a reason why they got close to you? But now that they see they were wrong, and after they made sure you didn't know anything, they decided to drop the act?

Was it all a happy dream that's just ended? If it was a dream, you don't want to wake up to the nightmare of your previous life. You can't take the suffering anymore. You need to make it stop to end it, to end it all.

You didn't know how long you were in you were in your thoughts, when you got up. You wanted to live. The room that became your own, became your safe space now felt like JOKE. You needed to get away from it. You struggled to open the window, as it required much strength from your shaking hands. But you were persistent in your efforts to open it, and in the end window opened. You looked down, it was quite high, and you knew that for your body, which was unlike theirs, weak and fragile, it would be enough. You've seen a grown man die when he fell from his high back in a crime alley, so for you, it will definitely be enough. Oh, crime alley, you don't want to go there. You don't want to return to life with Joker. You stood up on the windowsill, looking at the green grass down, feeling the cold night wind against your skin. Your head felt heavy, ringing in your ears just made it all worse. You took one step, and you felt incredibly calm. You took another step, only to be pulled away from the windowsill on the ground and held up. You didn't register the loud voice, the way someone was shaking you. You just sit there staring at nothing in particular, not even able to cry because of how tired you are.

In the meantime, Damian, the one who pulled you away from the window, had already called everyone and was trying hard to make you snap out of it. Yet it was not helping. When Bruce arrived, he moved Damian, who was looking at you with extreme worry, aside. Bruce recognized your expression; he had seen it before - thousand-yard stare - your own mind was protecting you from whatever you were feeling. As he was trying to help you, holding you against him, trying to soothe you, the rest of the family arrived in your room, seeing scared Damian, worried Bruce, and you... you looked so broken. It was too hard on them all

A few hours later, when you fell asleep after you came to your senses and cried for a while, Bruce and others started figuring out what made you feel this way. And it didn't take long; they are a family of detectives, after all. And this all made them feel really bad, guilty. As it turned out, on this day, you were too unlucky to notice only the bad sides of things.

There wasn't any breakout In Arkham asylum. Turns out, the lead they were investigating turned out to be false. Bruce, indeed, was busy, but he failed to communicate this in the normal way: he only added that he would try to make some only by the time you stepped away, which he didn't notice. Alfred was distant because he had a migraine today, but he still wanted to work around the house; there were too many chores to be done in the Wayne manor. Dick didn't mean to ignore you, he was too tired after his few nights of being up and he just failed to notice your quiet presence, being too busy thinking about his bed. Jason was behaving aggressively because of the lead about break out from Arkham asylum, which was the one that he followed for his case, and since it was false; it took the case he was working on back to square one. Tim actually was mumbling about his case, quietly cursing criminals, and not you; just like Jason, he had too much trouble because of that stupid lead. Damian stepped in at the last second to help you avoid stumbling and falling when you were waking in your room, which resulted in his harshness to you, but you were too deep in your panic to notice that his gaze was more worried than angry. If Damian wouldn't have been worried and decided to check up on you... non of them want to think about it.

They spend night in your room and in the morning, they talked to you, communicating how things actually were the previous day, and expressing how important you were to them.

It was a shock to everyone. Even Bruce thought it was going fine, that your session was working and helping you, that you were feeling safe, and that your relationships with the rest of the family were getting better. And he knew that what happened damaged the whole family because they almost lost you. He regretted that he didn't phrase his words correctly, feeling like he failed to show his care for you. He knew he should have been careful with words, he knows how impactful they can be. And since he said he hadn't got time for you he started making time for you. He wants you to know that he cares for you and he will make time for you wherever you need him. His one daily check-up became 2 check-ups, and when he had more free time, he checked up more. He pays extra attention to you. Even your little sneeze will make him worried to the point of examination in a medbay. He stays with you, and sometimes talks with you, encouraging you to open up and share your opinion and feelings. He tries to lessen the influence of "bad guidelines" (that were with you because of Joker) in your head. He helps you talk through your feelings, helps you show them and process them. He reminds you that you are cared for now. And he promises that he will protect you. After hearing you out, learning your fears and insecurities, and when he learned out that most of all you are afraid to go by your father's way, he promises you that he will do everything in his power to prevent you from taking this way. Bruce wants you to be happy, to make good memories. You already got unlucky with your father, who made you experience hell, but Bruce will try to be the best Dad he can for you.

Alfred felt so guilty. He knew you needed care, but he was distracted. He feels like he let you down, by forgetting how fragile and sensitive you are. He knew you were struggling; he had seen it himself. If only he had paid you more attention. But Alfred, better than anyone else, knows that he shouldn't be focusing on the past; he needs to work on the present, and he needs to make sure you feel better. He makes sure to make you more happy while he can. It's always your favorite tea at the tea time you share, with his cookies, of course, which he bakes with you from time to time. It's always your comfort shows or documentaries on TV when you two watch something. He also makes sure no one dares to make you feel uncomfortable, even if it will make him look around like Hawk. But Alfred understands that he can't always be around; that's exactly why he makes sure that he teaches you at least a few techniques that would be able to help with worry and anxiety, and he practices them with you. You are his little star, who may be really quiet but still efficiently lights up his days, and he doesn't want to lose you. When you share that you are afraid your family will reject you, he personally goes to everyone, making sure that they won't be saying something that contains a message. He wants to see you all grown up and happy in the end; he will work hard to make sure your life in Manor will be good.

Even when Dick just heard how Damian called for help for you, he felt shocked, what to say when he saw and understood the situation. What do you mean his baby sibling tried to make their life end when he was blissfully unaware, sleeping in his old room? How? What he missed? Just a few days before, you seemed on your way to becoming the happy sunshine of a kid, and now that has happened? He is your older brother and he missed all the singes?! He needs to sit down. It's too hard to accept this version of reality for him. The reality is that he can lose another member of the family. He knows what it is like to lose a sibling, and he will never want to experience it or feel this pain again. And knowing that it's you who tried to end your life makes it all worse. He tries to understand what pushed you, trying to see what he can do to prevent this from happening. He also tries to distract you from all the negativity in your life with quality time and different activities. The incident shook him hard, and while he hoped to introduce you to cuddles differently, he had to do it now. He needs to make sure you are close, still warm, still safe, still alive. And it seemed like cuddling with him made you calmer; you didn't even realize how touch-starved you were until then. It became a sort of comforting ritual for both of you, cuddling, sometimes just cuddling, sometimes while watching something. While cuddling he often says sweet words of reassurance to you. And while he knows he can't stay in Manor forever, he makes sure you know that he is always here for you, just a call away.

Jason was mad at himself for allowing himself to snap at you earlier. He feels incredible guilt that he was the reason that you were in that state. For a few days after, he could only watch you in your room or living room until he talked about his feelings and the incident (how he calls it because he can't speak that out loud, it physically hurts him to admit it) with Bruce and Dick. He started slowly approaching you, continuing your reading sessions, but also, sometimes, he decided just to start talking with you. He shares with you his experiences in the crime alley, and you share yours; you both know that only you two in the whole family could understand the full horror of this place, and that's aside from the fact that both of you know the full horror of Joker. He says to you that you'll never become like him, because he sees you are different. Jason tries to comfort you, yet he knows he is not ideal in it, but he is willing to try as much as he can just for you. He can understand that you feel lonely; he can only imagine how lonely you get when all the family is busy with vigilante work. It got him thinking, remembering. He remembers times when he was still Robin, and sometimes, when he got hurt, he stayed in his room alone, and. he hated it. Back when Dick gifted him a plushie of a bat, and now, in another attempt to comfort you, he brings this old plushie to you. He tells you that this plushie kept him company and protected him from everything bad, and now it will protect you, and now you'll never be alone anymore; your family's love will be here for you.

Tim was second after Damian to arrive in your room. This sight horrified him. He just froze, in shock. For once, he didn't know how to act or what to do. After everyone made sure you were okay, and his brain began working again, he started to do what he knew best - investigating and researching to find ways of how to help you, trying them with you in the meantime. Art therapy? He tried to hold a few sessions with you. Special games? You both alredy beating third one. Special music? Here is his player, listen when you want. He becomes more attentive to you, noticing every little detail. He knows as a person who likes studies like him, you would want to learn more about your mental health and how to care about yours. He found a way to explain the basics of it all to you in a way that is easier for you to understand, and only when she reads articles (that he chose, of course) about mental health and coping mechanisms. You want to cuddle with him while reading? Good, he will do it (he is happy that Dick showed you how to cuddle and totally not jealous). You want to stay with him while he works? Okay, sure, he is here for you. He makes sure you can ask him anything; he reminds you that you are safe with him and with others. So when you ask about Arkham and your father there he makes sure to show you that Arkham is hard to get out (even if it's not true).

Damian didn't like how it felt to see you on the windowsill. He doesn't like how it feels to see you in this state. He doesn't like fear. But fear made one thing clear: he cares about you. He hadn't understood how important you became until that incident happened. You are his sibling, and even if he did not choose you, even if he was against the idea of you being in the family at first, now he knows you held a place in this family like everyone else. And now he knows that he will do everything in his power to make you safe; he will protect you even from yourself. He asked Bruce to install precautions in your room. He follows you like your shadow everywhere you go. He makes sure that there is no danger in your way. He checks up on how you sleep after patrols. He makes sure to be nicer when he is around you, and he heads to ask Father, Pennyworth, and Grayson how exactly to behave around you. He joins in Tim the research of ways for you to cope with traumas or ways to comfort you, and when he sees articles about how communicating with animals improves mental health, he brings Titus to you, and when he goes for walks with Titis he makes sure to take you on them too since he also found out that walks improve mental health, and since it's walking with Titus it's beneficial in double. He protects you and he cares for you even if he struggles with proving it

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Spoiler:

Next chapter connected to this (click here) and after that I'll finally write about Joker's kid! reader hair dyeing adventures

[iamlostandinneedofcoffee]

I like to imagine that every once in a while Red Hood just goes off comms for long stretches of time and comes back bruised as shit and exhausted before logging off for the night and the rest of bat brigade is trying to figure out which villain of the week keeps jumping him.

Eventually they, cause communication is a skill no one learned, just start harassing hood’s men to find out whose turf they are invading only to find out they thought the bats were beefing with Red again cause he keeps mumbling about brats.

Now they are trying to find out which one of them is lying about fucking with Jason and no one is owning up, the trackers they keep putting on him are fizzling out, no one as any idea and Jason ain’t saying shit. But like he’s never properly irritated about it or asks for help nor can they find anything out so they let it go for now (read keep trying to track him to no avail).

And then one night Red Robin comes across Red getting chased and then fighting off a feral looking teenager on the roofs of Crime Alley and just when he looks like he is getting the upper hand another drops down from above (how the fuck the nearest taller building is not anywhere near close enough to dive into the fight from what the fuck?!?) and joins the brawl.

Tim is about to rush in to help Jason before the two teens’ heads turn in unison to him with Lazarus green eyes and look like cats when they see a red dot. Jason panics and before he can grab them, they leap and now Tim is in a cartoon brawl dust cloud and all and Jason has joined in and is calling them all brats and how his gunna whop their ass- and there is a foot in his mouth.

And yet through it all Tim never feels afraid. In fact, as he fights he realises they are keeping up and beating him all whilst smiling and punning(?!? They must never meet dick SHIT DUCK) and that won’t fucking do, so he brings out all his tools and tricks and is getting matching by two raccoon twins. 20 minutes later they are all grinning bloody smiles and just as he is about to slam his bo staff up into into the female looking twin, a whistle is blown.

They all freeze and look over in unison as if they all became shining quadruplets at a giant shit house built fucking man. And like Tim has seen big men. Bane is a big mother fucker. Superman is a big mother fucker, and is also shaped like one. Bats is big but this guy even though his is maybe not as large he feels infinitely more terrifying and that’s before you get to the flaming(fucking literally, how does that even work or stay in the pony tail) white hair.

“Alright enough for tonight or foods gunna go cold. Inside.” A voice bellows across the roof before the man disappears??!? At the mention of food the one top of Tim almost starts drooling, gets up and starts dragging Tim’s still prone body across the roof and off of it OH FUCK AND INTO A WALL WHA and they went through it… well

A couple second later Jason and the other dude stumble in. Jason picks Tim up as he is coming down from that mini adrenaline rush at and puts a arm around Tim, half hug half chokehold, saying “say nothing and you get to join once a week. Say shit and you’re haunted.” And walks off to the kitchen and starts bringing out food.

… safe to say the rest of the bats are now confused why Tim of all people is now turning up bruised as well with Jason, cause if it was him to start why has he started loosing all of a sudden??? And he says fuck all but his weapons and fighting style has got more chaotic and terrifying.

Oh and he seems to be eating… well you win some and lose some

[haveyoureadthisdcfic]

[Fancomic showing a red-headed Jack Drake, who is watching his son, Tim. Tim is wearing a Superboy sweater under an open jacket. Captions are Jack's thoughts.

It's like I don't know him anymore. My son, Timothy. He's not the the other kids his age.

Tim catches his dad looking, and waves. Behind him, we see Robin's back.

Has he ever been?

Jack stares. We see Robin from behind again, on a roof ledge. We see a tumble of papers, all graded with A+ or 100%. We see Tim hitting a punching bag, and dressed in a nice suit.

Have I ever truly known him? He was always a hard worker. He was always a smart kid. He was always just ... Tim.

We see a red bird in a cage. We see a Robin sitting on the ground, holding his arm, blood streaks on the wall behind him where he slid down it. We see Tm's bruised and bandaged face. We see Jason's Robin costume in its case.

We see a young, gap-toothed Tim, grinning at us in his school clothes.

The thought of him in danger, or hurt ... or landing himself in a grave, young, next to his mother ... terrifies me. Is it so selfish to not want that to happen to my son?

Over an image of Robin, Jack asks again,

My son? Robin?

We see Jack again, his face offscreen. Then images of an older Tim in school clothes, Robin fighting, and of Robin helping a child.

All I ever wanted was Tim to be a good kid. But he's so much more. He's a hero.

We see Tim growing from an infant in his mother's arms, to a toddler in a Batman sweater, a child in a tux, a boy with a camera, a young teen holding a Robin mask, and then finally, as Robin.

My son, always exceeding every expectation. I'm glad, though.

Jack has a complicated look on his face. Robin is grinning as he leaps through the air with his bo raised.

What can I say? Tim has always been an overachiever. Tim, I ...

We transition to Batman holding Tim. We see blood spreading from around Jack's foot.

I'm so proud of you. Your mom and I love you.

End ID.]

In honour of the poll currently ongoing! This crossed my dash and I couldn't ignore it!

The Drakes son

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I love Tim Drakes character and story, he’s my favorite robin if you couldn’t tell. He was a normalish kid before he stepped into the vigilante life, him becoming Robin was one of the best things that happened to him, he’s made friends, became familial with the bats, made a new life for himself. But he had also witnessed so much pain with him becoming a vigilante inadvertently killing his parents and him seeing the friends he had made die, leading him to manic. This comic was also inspired by me doing a Tim-robin reread and the fic Heart, Humble by Betty (it is so good, it explores Jacks and Tim’s relationship and is one of my favorite fic).

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

im not sure if this has been done before but... pilates princess! reader x gymbro! jason todd... mmmmm

18+

you two are total opposites but you both make it work so well. you're all girly, his little princess- all your equiment and yoga sets a pretty pink. he makes fun of you for your pink weights- but he finds it fucking adorable. he's all rough and buff, always in dark colours and lifting weights you couldn't fathom lifting if you tried. of course he was rich, so you each had your own little home studio/ spaces with all the equipment you could possibly think of. your studio was so cozy, covered in soft pinks and whites, and you had a beautiful window that overlooked the city. it was covered in plants too of course, that your cat liked to nibble on sometimes. you'd be doing moves on your reformer and with your tension bands and he'd always poke his head in and watch you. it was a little routine you had where whenever you guys took a quick break- stretch or water, you'd jog over and see what the other was doing, oftentimes (jason) would admire you in silence and just be in awe. the drastic change in music always made you giggle, but you knew jason loved your lana del rey.

watching him lift double- triple your weight made you weak in the knees, and he often made eye contact with you in the mirror with a smirk, knowing this turned you on. he'd always come over and pick you, swinging you like you were a ragdoll, making you shirek. he'd lift you up, but made it so you were turned to face the mirror, as he'd pound into you, leaving your feet to dangle in the air as he wrapped you in one arm around the waist.

"yeah baby you like that? you like watching me lift those big, strong weights- knowing i could just toss you around and do whatever i wanted with you? hm?" he'd always grunt in your ear, pressing you up against the glass.

"look at yourself in the mirror pretty girl. you take my cock so well princess, swallowing me all up. i'm all in your tummy- see?"

or when he'd come over and see you doing your stretches and he'd get so worked up from how you looked in those flare yoga pants he'd just pick you up and push you down on the reformer, yanking down your pants and just fucking you from behind, doggy style.

"sorry honey, didn't mean to interupt your workout, you just look so fuckin hot. couldn't help myself."

and he'd pound into you so hard you'd start drooling, your eyes rolled back in your head and you'd go all into subspace, calling him daddy- which would just rile him up even more.

"look atcha baby. what a mess for daddy, hm princess? such a little slut." even though he was the one who came and fucked you...

mini moodboard- pictures don't represent what reader looks like or anything!<3

[celestialgalaxyglow]

Batfam and Danny, Part 13

Bruce (walking into Jason and Danny's apartment): Hey Jason, sorry to come by unannounced but I forgot to give you-

Bruce froze as he saw Jason and Danny (currently in a less than human form) arguing in the living room.

Jason: My word is final!

Danny: I̵̼͂ ̷̦͓͊͂͐͘a̸̧̛̖̱͆̏͝m̴̘̈́ͅ ̴̺̘̈͐ͅȯ̷͇͓̯͓̕ń̶̫̺̔͘ë̷́̆̅̚ͅ ̵̀͑͘ͅw̶̭͒͊i̷͍͙̭̒̃̈͗t̴̙́͌̅̀h̵̖̔͆̃ ̴̳̲̙͆t̵̨̨̩͓̉h̴͚̾̓͠e̷͇͍͑͊̊͠ ̸̭̉͆n̵̟̍̄̅̕ḭ̸̭͒̈́��g̵͋͒̐ͅh̵̳̔̎́̐t̸͓̝̤̅ ̸̭̰̺̹̆̀̓a̵͕͓̫̐͐n̵̒̏ͅd̸͇͆ ̴̡̞͕̙͘ţ̶̜̫͓̏͑h̷̦̦̮͛̽̕ę̸̹͠ ̷͕͓̒͆e̶̘͔̥̓̀̌͌n̷̤̝͋͛̓̋d̷͇̽l̶̐̎̂̂ͅe̷̩̖͂̌͗͝ͅs̵̛̥̣̾̄s̶̢̮̜̘̉̒ ̸̛̛̭̺͉́̉v̵̖͖̺͓̾ö̵̺͕̱́͗̐͝i̸̖͍̊d̷͈͔͂,̸̲͍͊͛̈́̓ ̷͈̝̲̭͐̀̉͌Ḯ̷̙̣̚̚ ̵̮͎̇̈́́͜d̵͉͉̰͝ơ̵̹̤̈́͂ ̴̨̏n̵͈̜̪̺̐o̶̩̒̕t̶̻͍͇̄ ̷̪̌́̍̕r̶͖̫͂ͅͅe̷̹͈͉̅q̵̬̿u̴̼̲͔̟̾͛͂i̶͍͕͚̝̇͐̄r̵̦͝ê̴̢̨̼̟̏͋͝ ̴̞̃͐ṱ̵͔̪̰̑h̸̲̪͎͊͂̓e̸̻̗̺̾͝ ̷̢̞͒̇a̵̡̦̞̿̈̓r̴͓̄̈́̿͝c̸͖̿̆̀ḣ̸̰a̶̹̾í̶̲̗͋c̸͚̐̑ ̶̤̯̹̈̈ͅp̵̧̅̂̑͒ͅr̷̡̞͔̂̽͠a̷̢̮͆̉ċ̶̨̠̚͝t̷̜̺̖̒̓͊i̴̹̾c̶̯̫̥̩͝͠e̴͚͔͓͌͊́͑ ̸̠̜̳̙̆͋͘ó̷̼̹f̸̛͖͒͂͌ͅͅ ̷͍͗̎̀s̵͖͕̀l̶̪͔͉̏̈́́̓ę̵̛̦̳͔͂͊̚e̶͉̼̒p̸̟͠.̵̦̓̇

Jason: I don't care, you have school tomorrow and you WILL sleep.

Danny: Ḯ̵̤̩ ̷̼͌͌̚a̸̯̿m̷͔͙̲̏̉̂ ̴̛͈͑́ẙ̵̻̓̉͜ṏ̶̱̘͎́u̵̧͎̼̓̋̄r̸̖͍̈́ͅ ̷̻̹̈́͜k̴̜̹̦̉i̸̩͝ṋ̸̨͔̈́͆̈́g̸̖̈́͛̓,̶͈͍̤̋ ̴̢̍͆ỵ̸̓͋o̴̺̾̋͘u̴̘͂͊͝ ̵̡̲͕͂c̵̺͖͑̊a̴̛͍̺̥n̷͎͋̾́n̵̗̂̆̈́ȏ̸̞̫t̷̞̺̺́ ̷͍̞̓ǧ̵̜̜̜̐͠i̶͓͖̫͒̕v̶͎̰̈̋e̶̜̿̐ ̶̪͕͚͊̕m̵͖̖̓͆͐ě̸͆̀͜ ̷̙̖͖̓́̕o̴̮̥̽r̷̡̫̤̉̌̂d̷͇̰͒͆ë̸͈̫̙́̕r̶̟̖̉́͜s̴̞͐͛!̸̭͐͊̋

Jason: And I am your father, and I'm telling you to go to sleep.

Bruce cleared his throat. Jason and Danny turned to look at him.

Danny (moving towards Bruce slowly turning back into a human form): G̵̤̜̥̐̄͆r̸͎̪̀̑a̶̰̮̾n̴̟̯̘̅̿̉d̷̡̲̼̐p̸͖̭̰̂ạ̵͂͒,̸̰̱̀̓ ̵̡̰̻͑̆ḍ̸̩́ä̷͔͖́̌d̴̳̪͒͆ į̷̐s̶͉͠ ̶̭̒b̷̪̎ë̶͙́ì̴͍n̶͘ͅg̴̨̔ m̶e̶a̵n̵ ̴t̴o̷ me.

Bruce looked at Danny, then at Jason, then back at Danny.

Bruce: Sorry kid, your dad's right you need sleep.

Danny looked up at his grandfather, took a deep breath and produced an inhuman screech before marching to his bedroom and slamming the door.

Bruce (looking at Jason): Is that normal?

Jason: He refuses to sleep once in a while. He doesn't actually need to sleep but it's still good for his mental health, so I make him.

Bruce: I see.

Jason: You need something?

Bruce: No, I meant to give you and Danny these. He hands Jason two boxes.

Jason: Are these the new generation of phones Wayne Enterprises made?

Bruce: Yup, two moths before they're set to be realized to the public.

Jason (smiled): Thank you Bruce.

Bruce: Sure thing Jason.

Danny: Um, dad.

Jason and Bruce to look at Danny who was sheepishly sticking his head out of his door.

Danny: Can you tuck me in?

Jason: Sure thing kid.

Jason followed Danny to his bed, tucked him in, and gave him a kiss on the head.

Danny: Goodnight dad, I love you.

Jason (leaving Danny's room): Love you too son.

Jason walked back towards Bruce who was smiling.

Jason: Shut up, you used to tuck us in as well.

Bruce: I know. Just happy to see you two get along so well.

Jason: I try my best, but sometimes I don't know if it's enough.

Bruce: That's what all parents feel like Jason. Personally I think you're doing a great job.

Jason: Thanks dad.

Bruce (smiling): Anything for you. They looked at each other for a few seconds. I should get going, I have some paperwork to go through.

Jason (walked up to Bruce and hugged him): I love you dad.

Bruce (hugging him back): Love you too son.

(Master Post)

Danny's distorted lines:

1 - I am one with the night and the endless void, I do not require the archaic practice of sleep.

2 - I am your king, you cannot give me orders!

3 - Grandpa, dad is being mean to me.

[arkhambug]

JASON TODD thought it’d be fun to take you to a bar — one with a mechanical bull, after Roy’d told him about it.

Jason had remembered you saying something about riding one once, offhandedly, and the statement had wiggled itself into the grooves of his brain, firmly there. and he really wanted to see you do it.

and it’s not even sexual, it’s not supposed to be; he’d seen the videos of people doing tricks and shit online, or landing on their asses. and he really just wanted to see what you’d do.

so he takes you — and you get gussied up, in those pretty low rise jeans that show off your tummy, and a shirt that hugs everything just right and shows off your collar bones, and the navy blue and black ariats he’d bought you, and you two go.

and you approach the ring like you’re a fucking champion fighter, and he’s immediately excited.

and then he’s watching you bounce on the metal animals back, watching your hips roll in tandem with every buck as the man on the control board tries his damndest to throw you off, watching the way your forearm tenses as you hold onto the strap while your free hand comes to steady yourself behind you against the faux-hide.

and then you do some insane shit, and launch yourself up as the bull makes a particularly sharp turn around, leg swinging over its lowered head as your hips buck away, and land on it fucking backwards — hands braced in front of you as you keep following the way it moves, hair messy and sweat pooling on your brows and the nape of your neck.

and Jason almost cums in his pants, then and there, the sight of you so fucking entrancing he feels himself start to fatten up and his breath hitches in his throat.

a/n based on that one line from my last post lmaooooo (i need him BADDDDDD)

[aangelinakii]

SAYING SOMETHING STUPID.

— and then you go and spoil it all.

summary : you and jason have been dating for a year, and although both of you know it, neither of you have said the dreaded L word. what happens when, accidentally, the truth comes out?

note : technically zimtsterne are christmas cookies so pretend like this is a christmas time fic

despite the countless beatings he took each and every night, jason's forearm was already beginning to ache. you had him whisking egg whites until they looked like snowy mountains, but not too mountainous, you'd said.

"where did you find this recipe again?" he hummed, not wanting to take his eyes off the bowl he was attempting to whisk at a flash-speed. beside him at the counter, of which he'd stepped away from to allow you more space, you were mixing ground almonds, cinnamon and powdered sugar into a dough. "what even is a zim— zimt—"

"zimtsterne."

"yeah, that."

"i found it online," you responded, barely taking your eyes off your almost-mixture. once jason would whisk the egg whites into soft peaks, you'd add half to your dough and it would be ready to cut into star shapes.

"online?" jason snickered, bumping your hip lightly with his. "you heard it on that game you play, didn't you? what was it again... choices?"

before you could get a handle on yourself, your eyes rolled almost back into your head. at this, you whipped your head over your shoulder to cast a very meaningful look to your boyfriend. "i only play it to get diamonds. i don't even use them, i just want to reach ten thousand just in case."

"how many do you have now?" he asked in return, looking back down at his white foamy mixture.

with a soft munch on the gum of your cheek, you turned back to your own bowl sheepishly. "more than ten thousand."

from behind, jason's warm laugh hummed through the kitchen. soft footsteps approached from behind, and his broad figure ghosted against your back. at once, a muscular arm, as well as his bowl, came into your vision. "this good enough?"

in the bowl, much faster than you would've been able to, jason had whisked the three egg whites cracked in there into soft peaks, leaving a little fluffy curl when you pulled the metal whisk out of the mixture. "perfect!" you grinned in return, taking the bowl in your own hands and scooping half the egg whites into what you'd so far made from the ground almonds.

watching you scoop and mix, scoop and mix, jason leaned back against the counter, hands resting on the edge, the veins pronounced on the back of the hand he'd used to whisk. "you're not gonna ask me to do any more whisking, are you?"

a soft chuckle brushed past your lips as you placed the bowl of egg whites back on the counter, and resumed stirring the zimtsterne mixture. "not today, you lucky boy," which earned an uncertain smile from jason.

"i liked that," he hummed bashfully.

"what, being lucky boy?"

jason gave an uncharacteristic laugh, his body swaying slightly against the counter. "maybe."

when you'd started dating, jason todd had never been an outwardly affectionate type; it took a few months for him to finally be willing to hold your hand in public. he was so used to suppressing his feelings, his affections, that it was certainly a challenge to get him to unlearn certain behaviours. now, a good year in, jason was getting more and more comfortable being the person he truly was.

still, at times, you weren't used to that person, hidden under years of trauma and dirt and grit.

but here he was, presenting himself to you in his cupped hands.

with a laugh matching his own, you paused your stirring for a moment to look up at him. "no more whisking, but i need you to get a tray, put a piece of parchment paper on it, and sprinkle some powdered sugar on the counter."

obedient like a dog gone soft, you could hear the clashing of pots and pans and opening and closing of cupboards behind you, until the cooking tray was placed on the counter beside your bowl, where the batter was coming along nicely.

jason tore off a square bit of parchment paper, and lay it upon the tray, where the corners curled, but otherwise stayed on, then he peeled open the bag of powder sugar. "how much do i put?" he asked, glancing over at you, hand hovering above the flour.

"not too much just yet, but we'll probably have to add more later."

and so his hand disappeared into the bag, and when it reappeared, he sprinkled a good serving of sugar along the countertop.

"perfect," you hummed once again. "next what we're gonna do is take the batter and press it down, then use the star cut-outs."

"we have to put our hands in that?" jason groaned, although playfully, you knew.

with a casual shrug, you began digging your hand into the zimtsterne mixture and pulled out a chunk to roll into a ball in your palms. "i mean, i could always do it by myself — if baking is too difficult for you."

a massive shoulder came into view, and jason's hand dunked into the bowl. "hell no! i can bake."

eyes closely watching the movement of your hands, jason rolled the amount of dough into a ball between his palms. then, once you'd placed your dough on the powdered sugar, pressed it down with the heel of your palm, jason followed suit.

you reached across the counter for the small star cutter, and sunk it down into the dough. "and... there! it's a little cinnamony star."

despite the grit and sheer size of him, in your company, jason todd was small, all soft touches and blush along cheeks.

as you carefully placed your star atop the parchment paper, jason took the small metal cutter in his calloused fingers, skilled in pulling the trigger.

he was careful as he pushed the cutter into the dough, glancing over at you a couple times as though he were doing something wrong.

somehow reading his mind, you reached over, hands placing them atop of his, spreading them in the muck of the dough you'd made, though jason didn't seem to mind; he'd had worse on his hands. "you're doing great," you smiled softly. "to get a clean cut you need to shake it a bit now."

and, with a laugh, your grip on jason's hands tightened slightly, and you helped jiggle the star cutter, separating his little biscuit from the rest of the dough, which you could reuse for another zimtsterne star.

a breath brushing past your ear, jason gave that kind, boyish laugh, and when you glanced over your shoulder, his eyes had halved into crescents, little moon shining down on the kitchen. "this is the strangest thing i've ever done."

perpetual smile by his side, you pulled away and tore the remaining dough from around the cookie cutter, pressing it into a sugared mound to be used again. "put that one next to my star on the tray," you ordered, although kind. "i'm gonna put more sugar down."

with ginger movements, jason lay his dough zimtsterne star down upon the parchment paper, a few inches from the one you'd made. eyeing him for a moment, to make sure his biscuit was far enough away from yours, you dunked your hand into the pink bag of icing sugar.

with a soft smile you made a nice comment on jason's placement; he was just about to reply when everything went white.

it must've caught through the gaps in your fingers while you weren't looking, must've been more than you'd meant to grab, for the powdered sugar hit the sleek countertop, and jumped back up in a whisp.

jason donned a white tuft of hair in his raven normally, but when the sugary fog began to clear, you could barely tell where the original streak ended and where it began.

your powder-covered hand shot to your agape mouth. "holy— that was an accident, i swear!"

his emerald eyes blinked open, sending some more snow-white dust into the air as it bounced off his eyelashes.

in one swift swoop, jason reached up to his blizzard of hair, and stretched out his hand over your face. you didn't need a mirror to know you probably looked like a snowman slapped you — but this action only caused room for ammunition, your dropped jaw setting and clenching as you pulled your arm back and launched.

the remnants of icing sugar in your palm exploded through the air, and whatever didn't land on the floor or counter (and most of the parchment paper) certainly his jason.

you could see in the way he lurched forward, but halted himself, that he was purposely holding back; you'd seen the way he would react when dick or tim tried to one-up him at the dinner table at the wayne family dinners you'd been brought to, or when training. his instincts are primal.

but, beneath the avalanche of icing sugar, his lips thinned. letting out a small sigh, jason shook his head, sending powdered sugar down onto the counter, where you could make your next zimtsterne star.

he gave a joking scoff. "you should be grateful i love you, or else this whole kitchen would be white."

it was a one-off sentence, supposed to be casual as he took the mound of dough in his hand to press flat against the monstrosity of sugar on the countertop. but it caused you to freeze, right in your place, hand gripping the edge of the counter falling slack.

jason hadn't seemed to notice.

he continued palming the dough until it was flat, but thick enough to be carved into a star, and reached for the cutter, content smile etched into his white powdery face.

"what did you say?"

your voice, however, was small.

even after a year now, neither of you had said the words he just had; you knew he had issues with attachment and relationships, so you supposed it just had never crossed your mind that he would... love you.

jason glanced up casually, shaking the star-shaped cookie cutter and placing down the new biscuit on the tray with the others. "oh, i was just saying that you're lucky, because if you were timothy drake, it would be over."

"no, no, you didn't say that." two steps forward, small, uncertain, but curious, aching to hear it again, make sure you weren't dreaming.

you placed a hand on his elbow, urging him to turn and look at you, which left a snowy handprint along his flesh. once he had carefully pushed the dough onto the tray, he placed the metal cut-out back on the counter and turned. "maybe not verbatim, but that's what i meant."

seeing the urgent look in your eyes, his smile faltered, but the lines it had made remained in the sugar.

"you said... you said you love me."

as the words left your lips, jason's eyes widened, and his body shuddered as if to stagger away from you, but your grip on his elbow tightened and didn't allow him.

"jason, is that true?"

beneath the powdered sugar, his bottom lip gave a tremour. "i... i guess i did say that."

your thumb brushed carefully over the bone of his elbow. "it's okay if it's true, i just want to know." trying to convince him he was safe — that you were safe — your voice softened, and you forced your body out of its initial shock.

but he didn't respond, only lips thinning, stare remaining still, like he'd been caught out on a really bad lie.

"i think so," he mused quietly, almost... afraid?

instinctively, your grip tightened once more upon his elbow, and you leaned in, eyebrows raised, a smile widening by the moment. "you love me?" it was spoken more like a song, more like it were an accomplishment than a question.

jason's bottom lip quivered, and when he spoke he sounded rather shaky, but he put on a brave, sugar-covered face. "is there– is there a problem with that?"

not minding the powder on your hands — and you hoped he wouldn't either — you leapt forward, engulfing his tough frame with a hug so tight it was possible all the knots in his back unwound at your touch. jason stumbled back, one sugared arm finding the small of your back and the other taking hold of the counter's edge to stabilise him.

sugar dusted itself along his breastbone, where you pressed your face into him. "oh, i didn't want to scare you away, or say anything i shouldn't," you began, voice extraordinarily muffled, until you pulled away to finish, gazing into his eyes, the only colour besides white on his face. "but i love you, jason. i really, really love you."

feeling suddenly shy at your sudden confession, your fingers toyed absently with the fabric of jason's once-black shirt, and your teeth sank awkwardly into your bottom lip.

but jason didn't hide away; he didn't contort into fear or anger. instead, his body sunk into yours, a warmth comparible to that of the pre-heated oven behind you. any uncertainty in those brilliant eyes of his seeped out through the corners, creating a coccoon of watery sugar beneath his lashes.

one of your hands came away from his back, and lay itself upon his cheek. an equally as powdery thumb swiped carefully beneath his eye — jason didn't even flinch.

all he could think was how stupid he was to have ruined the moment, not even thinking as he spoke, but also that he had finally admitted it out loud, and that you had reciprocated without any semblance of hesitation.

[mixingandmelting]

If it's not a bother for you, can you please write batfam (including Bruce) and superfam getting jealous when reader subtly mentions her ex when they do something similar to her ex bf. (e.g. reading a book/watching a show/an activity that her ex used to love etc.)

Thank you!!!

A/N: Hello Anon! Sorry that this was sitting in my drafts for so long... 😔 I wasn't sure if you were meaning literally everyone in both families (batboys, batgirls, Jace Fox, supergirls, superboys, etc.) which would've made this post even longer and taken more time... If there are characters not written here you specifically would like, let me know

BATFAM FEAT:

Bruce:

Everything he does is subtle. The stiffness in his muscles, the tick in his jaw. All you did was mention how the way he readjusted his Rolex around his wrist reminded you of your ex. But since when did the things he did remind you of the other guy? 

“Must be a thing.” He chuckles, the grip around on his mug tightening as he takes a sip of his coffee. 

Bits and pieces of his control over his emotions continue to chip off. There’s irritation building up from sensing nostalgia in your voice when he casually asks about your ex. Under the pretext of curiosity, of course. A scowl set on his face hidden behind a newspaper without him knowing he’s making one. It’s to the point where he fails to school his expression on time when you push down the newspaper. For a moment you stare at him, shock and awe meeting cold and stormy. 

“Playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne… is jealous?” 

His eyes widen for a second. To think he was that jealous to where he couldn’t keep up a facade…

He frowns when your lips curl up into a grin. Let’s just say the two of you made up real quickly afterwards when he suddenly pulls your wrist towards him.

Jason:

Sure, people can be reminded of their ex but come on. He reminded you of yours over how he shakes his hair out after taking off his helmet? That’s way too oddly specific.

“From what? Riding a street bike?”  He snorts, placing his helmet on the bench next to him with a thud from restrained strength. 

His mind knows there’s nothing to think too hard about; your ex is an ex and he’s currently yours. But clearly his heart doesn’t, churning and coiling with awful emotions he’s all too familiar with. He goes to grab a rag and wrench for “extra maintenance” when it’s actually him finding it hard to keep himself cool-headed if he doesn’t keep himself busy. 

“Jason? Jason. Look at me. It’s not what you’re thinking of.”  The only indication that he’s listening is the glance he tosses over his shoulder, still unamused and an eyebrow raised.

“I-,” The eyebrow raises higher from your sigh, “You just do it so naturally and still manage to make it attractive, okay? My ex had to try, forcing a Justin Bieber’s hair flip. That’s all.”

He gets you to break into laughter when he grabs you by the waist and cuddles you, grumbling how you should’ve said so from the start.

Tim:

His fingers hover over the keys for a second. Then he goes back typing. Nothing is amiss albeit the sounds of the mouse and keyboard clicking a tiny bit louder. He’s not bothered. Nope. Even if it was over how he cracked open his can of energy drink with a single hand, he’s not overthinking it whatsoever. 

“Yeah?” 

His voice stays steady, masking his questions as curiosity while in a small corner of the monitor, he’s pulling up and scrolling through the file on your ex. Net worth? Minimal. Job? Mediocre. There’s nothing about your ex sharing this habit or any other habits with him. But he considers that his fault, having brushed the other as unnoteworthy (which he does with anyone who breaks your heart). He can feel annoyance bubbling inside of him from your reminiscence with the other and his inability to pass it off as a simple talk about exes. Wait. Was this why? Because of the one time he mentioned about his past relationships?

“...Tim? Are you jealous?”

“W-what? No.” 

He flushes when he catches your unimpressed expression on the reflection of the screen. Instantly, he’s turned around, surprised to comforted when you start showering him with affection. Later on, he gives in and quit trying to get back at your ex for hurting you.

Minkhoa Khan/"Ghost-Maker":

Many had purposely brought up their exes to him before, trying to poke him for attention or gauge for a reaction. And most often he’d smirk and indulge them, finding the action as “cute”. 

But right now, his lips are set into a straight line. Constantly swirling the champagne in his flute rather than drinking it down. 

“Oh, I reminded you of your ex?” 

Lacking the feeling for empathy or fear, he’s never had found himself feeling jealous especially over an old flame of his partner. Right now? His mind is filled with irrationality and possessiveness. More than peeved for such a small thing to trigger an unneeded memory. 

He’s not one to usually filter or hold back on his opinion.  However, currently, there’s twice as much sass and bluntness as he shares his thoughts on the other in response to how fond you sounded when talking about your ex’s shared habit with him where your eyes widen from how out of character he was behaving. 

“Oh my god, you’re so jealous!” 

He refuses to give you the satisfaction, choosing to stay quiet and finish his glass. But when you don’t stop gloating, his hand slowly makes its way towards your shoulder to have you stop in a more… efficient way.

SUPERFAM FEAT:

Clark Kent:

“O-oh, really? I didn’t know your ex wore glasses…”

It’s bothering him so much. He doesn’t like it  that your ex does the same thing as him with the whole pushing up glasses if they were to slide down ever so slightly. It goes from him clasping his hands in his lap to resting them on his thighs in fists. More from him trying to stop said habit than anything else. 

Frustration and restlessness is how he gets, shuffling every few seconds so he’d at least feel comfortable on the bench he shares with you. His smile more awkward and his voice more strained. He wants to be the good boyfriend that would support you in every way: emotionally, mentally, and physically. So he tries to stay empathetic but his response stays as half-hearted caused by the ugly emotion coursing in his heart and brain. 

“Clark…? You’re not possibly jealous, are you?” 

Instantly flusters, cheeks matching his Superman suit while he denies that he is. 

“No! I’m not jealous whatsoever!” He tries to endure your stare, only to sigh and wave the white flag. “Yeah…. I actually am.” 

He lets out a grunt when you wrap your arms around him, finally breaking into a smile when you call him a silly man and that you’re stuck to him with superglue.

Conner Kent:

He stops and turns towards you, an eyebrow cocked up. 

“Uh, no. I don’t think so. This?” He flicks up the collar of his leather jacket in front you. “Is a Superboy signature move originating from yours truly.” 

So obviously your ex was copying him.  Not similar or “doing the same thing”.  But apparently, you beg to differ. He keeps brushing his hair back and fiddle with his shades, trying to suppress his irk of you continuing to push that he is similar to the other. Huffing at every point you make and rolling his eyes. 

He just doesn’t get it. Why he’s feeling this way and why he can’t act like normal. It’s not his first time hearing something like this from others, taking it in stride and joking how he’s that amazing that everyone wants to be him. But That’s not what’s happening right now. His hands are stuffed in the pockets of his jacket, toying with a can near his foot. 

“You’re jealous.”

“No???”

Jealous? Him? No. No way. He’s Superboy, why would he be jealous? Despite his denial, his face starts to resemble his pants as you accurately guess what was running through his mind. At least part of his dignity gets restored when you kiss his cheek, calling him cute to which he cheekily replies with a duh.

Kong Kenan:

The baseball lands into his hand with a satisfying plot while he’s looking at you with a confused gaze. 

“Me tossing baseballs… reminds you of your ex…” He’s careful and slowly enunciating each word, making sure he didn’t (more like he hopes) misheard you. 

He goes back tossing the baseball with pursed lips and blowing air through his nose. It’s only concern. Worry. There’s nothing that he and your ex share in common. So he’d think you wouldn’t stretch it that far about getting reminded over something mundane as tossing a baseball. 

His tosses get harder, his eyes straining from keeping them trained on the ball. He makes an effort to at least voice out that he gets it, quite literally saying exactly that as he proceeds to explain why you’re wrong E.g., he’s smarter. He’s skilled. He’s Superman-

“Kenan, you know you’re jealous. Right?”

He startles, snapping his head towards you.

“What do you mean? I’m just saying-”

Trust for it to happen as soon as he takes his eyes off, the baseball would come falling on his head.  Coiling over, he yelps then scowls with tinted cheeks. At least you comfort him in the midst of your laughter, rubbing circles on his back which releases the tension in him as you promise you have no intentions of leaving him.

[ditzydoe444]

Jason eating out and edgy puppy reader til she's whining and barely able to catch her breath, silently begging for release with tears streaming down her face? Please?

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MDNI 18+

jason todd smut

jason todd x reader

“jacey stop being mean,” you whined as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp. jason was in between your thighs as his hands gripped your hips tightly, devouring your cunt as you whined and squirmed from the sensation of his tongue and fingers in between your gummy walls. “jacey jacey,” you said his name like a mantra as he teased and edged you. jason knew you well enough when you were going to come, so the moment you were he pulled away, grinning as you whined and tried to shove his head back to your cunt.

for the past few long minutes jason had been edging you, teasing you until you tensed, just about to come before he stopped, watching you whine and cry. you tasted delicious, he could get drunk off it, but he loved the way you begged and cried even more.

“need to come jacey,” you whined as you tried to grip onto his hair, attempting to put his mouth back on your puffy cunt.

“don’t tell me what to do sweetheart,” he grumbled lowly as he glared at you, his hands tight around your thighs now.

you were such a pretty little mess, tears streaming down your cheeks from the lack of orgasms, as your hole desperately clenched around nothing. “what do you say when you need something bun?” his eyes fixed on you as you sobbed pathetically, your chest rising each time.

“pretty please?”

jason’s eyes sparkled seeing you beg, it was an adorable sight seeing his girl all flustered and panting, even better when she begged.

“atta girl,” he grinned before devouring your cunt once again.

[sellyourshadownotyoursoul]

DP x DC WIP: Magical Sugar Daddy

The world exists in shades of green. Everywhere Jason looks he sees sickness and death and the perverted unfairness of it all.

There's blood on his boots, accompanied by the pleasant ache of tired muscles. His hand is still buzzing from the recoil of his gun - the breath in his lungs is tinged with cigarette smoke, dry and acidic.

There's been a presence behind him for a while now, trailing after him no matter what he does to lose the tail. It's like a prickle of static in the air, faint enough to dismiss for anyone less paranoid.

Jason's body is a spring wound too tight, the metal screeching in protest as the feeling of being watched intensifies.

A week and change since he's had a moment of peace.

When he hears the scuffle of a shoe on the quiet rooftop it's no wonder he explodes into action.

The trigger is pulled before he's even turned his head, a roar of thunder in his ears. The butt of his gun misses its target by a hair's breadth as he brings it down in an arc followed up by a kick that finally earns him a reaction. The figure grunts in pain and surprise, but the step it takes backwards isn't one of staggered retreat. It's a pivot on a heel and a coil of muscle before Jason's stalker is vaulting over the smokestack at their side, launching them back into the fight proper.

Jason growls low in his throat, like his lungs do not exchange oxygen for carbon dioxide but what he exhales is instead a heady mix of hunger and rage. There's an answering sound, a hiss pitched high at the end as the two of them clash once more.

Jason blocks a punch and pushes the muzzle of his gun against an unguarded shoulder, point blank. His target flinches hard enough that the shot only clips them but that gives Jason the opportunity for a follow-up punch to the jaw.

The hood of his stalker falls to their shoulders and Jason answers the grin on their face with a baring of teeth hidden behind his mask.

Jason gets a kick to the ribs while he reloads the gun and subsequently opts to just holster the thing so he can have both hands free. The other asshole isn't much bigger than Jason and their guard is sloppy.

He won't need weapons for this.

A misstep from his opponent has Jason surging forward to fling them over the edge of the roof before a flip that would make Dickie proud reverses their positions. It forces Jason to roll under a kick so he isn't the one meeting the pavement at lethal velocity.

His attacker appears male, age unclear but certainly out of their twenties. Jason grabs the snowy white braid that flows behind them and feels a rush at the gasp that pulls from the guy, even as the retaliation gets him an uppercut that makes his vision swim.

Jason twists the hair around his fist, forcing the head it's attached to into the pavement at their feet.

He slams it down once, twice, before a leg around his own has him lose his balance. He lands on his elbow and curses at the pain shooting through it even as he gets back up and rounds on his opponent. He blocks a punch by diverting it outwards, stepping back and to the side so the fight stays in the center of the roof.

There's blood running freely down the other man's front from a nose that Jason bets is broken, the liquid looks jet black in Jason's monochromatic world of sickly lazarus green.

The eyes watching him are wide and alert, a manic edge to them from the bared fangs and the tense posture. They both surge forward, trading blows and kicks until they're breathing heavy and Jason can tell his opponent is flagging.

The way they move makes it clear they're not a fighter, at least not one with a preference for hand-to-hand. They keep up with Jason just barely, but it's already clear who the winner is going to be, even as Jason lets it drag out until there's sweat running down his back.

A kick from Jason's steel toed boot against an unarmored shin is what finally ends it. His opponent falls to the ground with a curse and they don't get back up even as Jason looms over them. Their eyes are half-lidded, hands sprawled out limply above their head in defeat, but there's a smile on their face that really tests Jason's ability to suppress the urge to tear out their throat. He places a boot on the guy's sternum and puts enough weight on it to show he's serious.

A low sound, a mix of a grunt and a laugh, precedes a weak attempt to buck Jason off but he doesn't budge.

“Talk,” Jason rasps.

A dark tongue swipes through the drying blood on his assailant’s lips and they cough wetly before responding.

“Nice to meet you,” is what he says, strained from the pressure on his lungs, “fuck, you're good.”

“Who sent you?” Jason's demand is curious but dripping with derision. Who would send a fucking prodigy of stealth just to have them suck at actually taking out the target?

Jason hadn't been able to lose this stalker for over a week, had gotten litterally zero intel on who this fucker is despite having Oracle and half his own men on high alert.

And then the guy just walks up and scuffs his shoe against the pavement?

Suicide by Red Hood much?

“Technically Clockwork, but I'm not really-” the guy coughs again, trying to breathe, “not really someone people can send.”

Jason prompts him to continue with an addition of pressure to his ribs. He doesn't feel any sort of armor under the neutral hoodie, nor do the cargo pants look like they're in any way reinforced. They're clean though and clearly not the kind of worn Jason expects for someone trying to blend in this side of town. No camouflage tech unless it's nano-sized.

The man wrinkles his nose, eyes flicking down to the boot and back up to Jason's face.

“Okay, look I know I'm late, but I'm here to apologize,” he says with another little grunt and a wiggle. Jason keeps him pinned.

“I didn't actually know you were mine until a year ago-”

“Yours?” Jason scoffs, something sour rising in his gut.

“Yeah?”

“I don't fucking belong to you,” Jason states darkly, one hand unholstering his gun.

There isn't any immediate reaction to the escalation, but Jason can feel a strange charge in the air. The body underneath him certainly doesn't relax.

“Fuck, okay sure, yeah, no ownership,” the guy huffs but the voice is not nearly as afraid as it should be, “that's kind of, ah, what I wanted to talk about.”

“And if I tell you to fuck off?”

“Then I'll fuck off.”

Jason pauses, tilting his head in consideration.

“Who are you?” Jason's question is wary and curt, a final offer to change his mind before he cocks his gun. The guy under him watches with bright, intense eyes, seemingly unperturbed by the monster looming above.

“I'm the reason you're still alive, Jason.”

Jason laughs coldly at the boldness of that statement.

“Bullshit,” he spits.

The eyes continue to watch him, appearing to glow in the faint light. The guy's face is set in a grimace, but it's one of mild inconvenience rather than pain. He should have a concussion at least, not to mention a fracture or two, so he's either trained to withstand pain or some kind of meta. Maybe he's hopped up on some new drug that's got him unaware of the damage. A byproduct of whatever made him so difficult to track.

Neither of them are panting anymore.

“Last chance,” Jason drawls as he takes aim at a damp forehead, already feeling the anticipatory rush that comes with taking a life.

He is admittedly not intending to let this little stalker live no matter what comes out of his mouth. Not when he knows Jason's name, not when there might not be another chance to tie up the loose end.

The guy seems aware of it too, eyes flickering over Jason's mask as if trying to find the right combination of words to buy just a little more time.

He opens his mouth, closes it again.

He sighs through his nose, a wet sound when it displaces the coagulating blood, and lets his head fall back against the concrete rooftop. The message seems clear in the resigned set of his shoulders and Jason feels an irrational indignance at being denied the struggle.

Nevertheless he pulls the trigger.

BANG

The sound echoes into the distance until it blends into every other incriminating noise Gotham makes at night. Jason frowns down at the would-be corpse.

He couldn't have missed, not with the muzzle barely a foot from its target - but there's no bullet hole marring the face at his feet. The eyes remain alive and aware as they watch Jason's growing confusion.

“What the fuck,” he mutters.

That earns him a stuffy snort. The man's hands flare out as if to say ‘ta-dah’ and only flinch minutely when Jason sends another bullet into him.

“Rude,” the guy comments, in the cadence of someone annoyed rather than relieved.

“What are you,” Jason demands in response, forcefully holstering his gun now that it has proven to be worthless. Looks like fists are going to be the way forward.

“Loaded question,” the guy groans unhelpfully, pushing at Jason's leg with little success.

Jason makes a point of momentarily increasing the pressure, staring the fucker down through the whiteouts of his mask.

“You survived a lazarus pit,” stalker offers, the words a sucker punch to an unhealed wound that Jason refuses to acknowledge, “which means you accepted the price that comes with it, whether you knew about it or not.”

“And that explains what, exactly?”

“You asked what I am,” the guy shrugs.

“And you still haven't answered.”

There's a moment where stalker-guy gazes up into the cloudy, dark sky, hands settling from their attempts to remove Jason's boot to instead tap idly against the leather. The fingers are long and thin, the kind an author might describe as suited for playing the piano, the nails neither bitten to the quick nor so long as to appear unkempt. Jason feels a sudden urge to break those fingers one by one just to see if that might yield a more satisfying reaction. Or some answers. His eyes catch on a sleek black band on the ring-finger of the guy's left hand and wonders momentarily if his shadow’s got someone waiting for him. He pities them.

“Price,” Jason prompts, “explain.”

“Right, yeah I can do that-do you mind stepping off? The bullets are digging into my back-”

“Maybe if you give me a reason to,” Jason retorts with a sneer, feeling the absolute furthest from any notion of ‘charitable’.

Stalker-guy sighs.

“Got it, okay, so, I'm basically your magical sugar-daddy-”

“My fucking what-” Jason chokes, feeling distinctly like the gravity of the situation is doing loop-de-loops.

“Your patron. Your new one, anyway,” the guy shrugs again, as if that's a concept that's common knowledge.

Jason forces air into his lungs. The world flickers.

“You paid your soul to my predecessor and he gave you back your memories.”

Jason's insides are made of cracked glass and every syllable pushes further up against it. Isn't the pit rage enough of a price?

“I came to introduce myself,” Jason's apparent ‘magical sugar-daddy’ continues conversationally, “which I guess I still haven't, technically.”

Jason's hands are white-knuckled fists, his vision is green and tunneling. From the moment he had him pinned every word out of his stalker's mouth has done nothing but add more fuel to the anger sitting low in Jason’s gut. The need for this piece of shit to at least have the decency to be afraid.

Talking about Jason's fucking soul - about paying the price and book-ending it with a term as crass as ‘sugar-daddy’ is so discordant it is almost physically painful. Mentioning the pits and claiming to have saved Jason's life in such a blasé manner has him writhing with indignation. The condescension drips from him and his every action, too similar to-

Jason's spiraling is interrupted by a change to his balance. His foot on the guy's chest hits the concrete underneath, the sight of his calf sticking out of what should have been a living, breathing body causing a momentary stutter in Jason's reality.

Then the guy is on his feet, reaching out a hand as if they weren't at each other's throats a moment ago. As if the bullets lodged in the concrete weren't intended for one of their heads. As if he cannot sense the raw malice pouring out of Jason.

“I'm Danny, sorry for the wait.”

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

It would be funny if even if reader didn't like her family she loved their friends

(Sorry I'm late; I've been under the weather, but I'm feeling a little better.)

Reade loves to hang out with the Batfamily's friends, whether it's their hero persona or just regular hanging out, and this makes the Batfam super jealous—like, super jealous! It's just not fair, you know? Bart can give you a hug, but Tim can't. That's just crazy! You'll let Wally carry you on his back, but not Dick? That's so unfair! You give Jon head pats but then ignore Damian? What is this, treason? He is clearly superior to the farm boy. Let Clark make you laugh, but you won't even let Bruce get within six feet of you, and Jason will never invite Roy to the manor again because you always run to him if you need a player two. I mean, Jason is right there!

[jscrawls]

Grave mistakes

Gotham City is full of a lot of characters, criminals, creepy clowns, man eating plants, eccentric billionaires. But all that rolled into one household?

Warning: contains mentions of poor mental health, death, general spooky stuff, it's an Addams reader they're gonna be freaky,

Part 1: digging dirt

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Jason's having one of those days, his hands ache a little too much, his scars pulling a little too tight, the ringing of metal as someone worked on their car grit in his ears a little too loudly, It's overstimulating. he doesn't even feel Like…..a person right now, he feels more like a body caring for itself. So he did what he usually does when he's not quite all there, he walks. Wanders around until he finds somewhere quiet enough to stuff himself back into his own head, until his body feels like him again. And that's how he found himself here of all places, a graveyard, the graveyard. Someone's still taking care of it, it seems. The grass is neatly manicured and the stone is moss free, he hates that in a way. The stupid gravestone looks like it's been shown more care than he has. He hates that he can still clearly read it.

“What a dreadful graveyard, you must be very proud of it.” A mystery voice chimes from behind him, who the fuck snuck up on him?

Spinning around with a snarl on his lip, Jason's greeted by the sight of a….Goth witch? That doesn't bode well on Bruce's property.

“Who the ever loving fuck are you?” his hand rests on the grip of his gun, warning enough to not try anything too hasty. Damn what if they're a meta-

“oh excuse my manners, I'm your new neighbor.” The mystery goth steps closer without any hesitation and holds out their hand, their other hand holding a…casserole dish? Oh right, Alfred mentioned something about a neighbor…They introduce themselves as an Addams like they're not standing in a graveyard and he's armed, alright then…

“Okay…I'm Jason Todd...? I'm not your neighbor though, i don't live here.” He glances back down at the gravestone, his gravestone-

“Oh? Then i suppose you'll just be my new friend then instead of my new neighbor.” They glance down at the stone as well, noticing the obvious. “Oh is that yours? You have one already picked out and placed? How macabre!” They smile, Jason's gut twists at the sight.

“No it's not-that's just uhh…don't worry about it alright? I used it and then.. Got better?” Jason wants to bury himself Alive right now, what kind of an answer is that? They just had to catch him on one of his bad days.

“you know, my dear grandmama has done that quite a few times. The lady just can't seem to stay buried for more than a few weeks at a time. One of these days…” The goth sighs wistfully at that, seeming unbothered. Are they mocking him?

“I'm not on the mood for jokes.” He grunts out, shoving his hands in his pockets and going to step around them. He'd prefer to wallow in his fucked up mental state without an audience.

“Grandmama’s perchance for breaking the barriers between the living and the dead is no laughing matter my new-not-neighbor-friend, say do you know the man living here? I'd like to return this to it's rightful owner before the poltergeists smash it.”

Jason stares at them for a long, silent moment. They said all that with a straight face. Must be committed to their aesthetic to the nth. The thought of seeing Bruce right now sounds about as enjoyable as crawling on broken glass on his hands and knees, but they seem to expect something from him. God he hates social obligations…

“I'm not even gonna ask, give me the dishes and I'll get em back to Bruce.”

“Who is ‘Bruce’? I was under the impression the resident here was named Alfred.”

“No that's the butler- wait, you don't know who your neighbor is? How can you move in beside one of the wealthiest man in the country without knowing?”

“oh is Gomez here? That sneaky devil already bought property in this wonderful city without telling me? Oh I could die of jealousy!"

The goth seems…happy? Jason doesn't want to snap them out of it just yet. They're obviously crazy and he's not ready to deal with the fallout. He's ready to just say fuck it and leave, but he doesn't want to leave Alfred to deal with them…

“Gomez? No this is Bruce Wayne's house. You know, billionaire philanthropist?” he turns towards the back of the mansion and starts walking, ready to go drink until he can't see his reflection straight on. Who cares that it's only four in the afternoon.

“Wayne? Was he the one in Jersey shore?” They say with curiosity, stepping after him with casserole dish in hand.

that actually gets a startled laugh out of Jason, picturing Bruce on Jersey shore with Nikki and big Mike. “No, God no. That'd be a sight to see though…. You don't seem the type to watch that show, i bet supernatural is more your thing, what with the whole….goth thing.” Is he making conversation? Wow, go Jason i guess.

“i enjoy the chaos and violence.” Is all they say, following him to the manor.

“…alright fair enough.” He falls silent again, the only sound being the crunching of leaves underfoot. God he's not good at this, this feels awkward very quickly. At least to him, they seem intrigued with the sights of the graveyard.

“so how did you die, I'm assuming you used the gravestone in death. Yes? Not unless you enjoy a little being buried alive action, i dabble in it time to time myself so don't feel awkward. Do tell.”

Do they have to press on about that? What kind of freaky shit are they into- “you're fucking demented.” he hisses out before he can catch himself, wow way to make a nice impression on Bruce's new, probably rich if they're buying up land in this neighborhood, neighbor.

“Oh? Aren't you a romantic one, My new-not-my-neighbor-friend.”

“…that wasn't-can we drop this? You're driving me nuts.”

“You're very sweet, perhaps we can explore this another time then. Please tell Alfred the casserole was positively horrible! Toodles!”

And just like that they turn on their heel and leave, disappearing into the- wait why is it suddenly foggy? Jason shakes his head and briefly ponders whether any of that was even real, or if he's gone off the deep end this time. The weight of the casserole dish on his arm the only thing assuring him he's not full blown hallucinating like certain people he knows.

He gets a few steps closer to the manor when he pauses again, he feels…. Okay. Not great but…he feels like a human instead of a ghost occupying a body. Huh. Guess meeting someone crazier than you'll fix you.

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A/n: ngl I'm pretty happy with how this chapter turned out, Jason's fun to write! Any feedback is appreciated as I figure out how to write other ppls POV TYYYYY 🖤💜🖤💜

[miniaturesuitgladiator]

Yandere batfamily x

Religious Reader

Notes: this is part 4 of the religious reader series.

Warnings ⚠️: mentions of reader loving someone. Other than that none. Not proofread.

Showing people your grandparents house and where they would sleep was never your favorite thing to do. You mostly did it out of obligation and for your grandma's cookies!

Being the center of attention was already bad enough when you had to show other people around. But these weren't just regular people.

No, these were some pretty powerful influential kids. Atleast compare to the kids your town.

You walk up the stairs and they follow you. Each old step creaks as you step on it. Sure the house was a bit old but that added to the charm! Or atleast it did in your eyes.....

You had grown up in this house. And more often then not you were in this house more then you were in your own.

Usually baking ,and sewing with your grandma or talking and trying to play the piano with your grandpa.

Each wall of the house had memories, each Crack did too.

These walls were filled with laughter and joy. But you supposed the Wayne's didn't see it that way.

Glancing back at them you could see their judgemental stares looking at the walls.

Maybe the old pink wallpaper wasn't up to style but it was cute!

Leading them up to the second story of the house you show them the rooms.

You try to ignore how dick and damian kind of flinched when they see the small rooms. But atleast they would all have their own! You think to yourself.

Jason acted as if he really didn't care what the rooms looked like muttering something under his breath like 'I've slept in way worse.'

And Tim had kept that charming smile on his which you were thankful for. Atleast you could bare one of them.

Finally heading back down stairs your grandparents and the Wayne's were talking. Well more like your grandpa and bruce were talking.

Your grandma looked like she was bored and talia looked like she absolutely despised your grandma.

Walking into the living room with the Wayne's children right behind you.

Your grandma's face lights up. She smile and stands. You definitely knew this trick. She using you as a way to get out of the conversation.

"I'm sure are guest are thirsty. Will you help me make them some hot chocolate, baby?" Your grandma ask with a kind smile silently begging you to say yes.

Well she knew you would say yes regardless. But she was still kind enough to ask.

You nod and follow her to the kitchen as the wayne children sit down on the couch.

Your grandma sighs as soon as she reaches her safe haven known as the kitchen.

"Not liking are guest grandma?" You ask quietly so the Wayne's don't hear.

Your grandma shrug as she grabs a pot out the cabinet. "Your grandpa is way to kind...he invites just about anyone over." She says shaking her head.

You smile at her disappointed gesture knowing she loves your grandpas kindness.

"He'd probably invite Hitler over if he didn't have a place to sleep." She says cracking a joke. You smile and giggle at her words knowing they were most likely true.

Your grandpa sure did have a kind heart.

Walking back into the living room. And handing each one of them their drink with a smile you couldn't help but notice that damian was missing.

Tim seeing you glance around says. "Damians outside...he was feeling a bit ill." He says but you can tell he was probably lying.

"Then I'll take his cup to him." You say as you make your way to the front door. Tim was going to speak up and tell you not to bother when dick shakes his head...he wanted to see how this would play out.

Walking out onto the big front porch you see damian sitting on the edge.

"We have chairs..." You say pointing at the rocking chairs to which he just glares at you. You take that as a warning not to try and be smart anymore.

"Here.." You say as you try and hand him his hot chocolate.

"No thanks..." He says as he looks at your outstretched hand.

You huff feeling annoyed with his rudeness.

"It'd be rude not take it...we made it just for you guys.." You say trying to make him feel bad.

Hoping the rich boy could even feel bad.

You suppose he does because with a sigh he reluctantly take the old hello kitty cup from your hands. And mutters a quiet 'thanks.'

You nod in response and take a seat beside him. "You don't have to stay out here with me. I'd much rather be alone." He says clearly trying to get you to leave.

But you don't budge deciding to give him a test of his own medicine.

"Well my grandpa says it's rude to leave our guest alone." You say with a kind smile trying to lighten the mood despite his rude aura.

"Do you listen to everything everyone tells you?" He says and you roll your eyes. Of course he'd say that. You were just trying to be nice. Something your sure this rich city boy has never been.

"Why are you out here anyway?" You say trying to defuse the tension.

"Well I wanted to be alone." He says ,agian clearly trying to get you to leave.

But you stand your ground and offer him a mocking smile.

"No one ever wants to be alone..." You say kindly despite his constant rudeness.

"Well perhaps not here. But in gotham it's quite a common thing." He retorts rolling his emerald green eyes.

"Gotham is very diffrent then here I guess.. ". You say trying to down play his words.

"It is." He says his words simple but true.

Comfortable silence feels the air even though there was tension moments ago. Maybe it was the beautiful snow the peaceful landed on the ground or the beautiful scenery of your grandparents yard...or Maybe it was just luck but for a moment the rich wayne boys heart had gone soft.

And his words were gently as they were spoken. And you don't know if it was his words or how he spoke them that through you off.

"Have you ever been in love?" He asks and now as his eyes search yours as if they'll speak for you see that his eyes are quite....beautiful.

Your baffled by his words never expecting to by asked that question much less by him. A strange you just met. But still you answer honestly..

"I think I have.....but I'm not sure." You say and you don't know why you answered. You didn't have to tell him anything.

But the way his sharp pretty eyes looked at you it felt as if the compelled you to answer.

"Your not sure..? Who was he?" Damian ask and by the way he's looking at you it's seems that you have offended him.

And his words have lost the gentleness of them instead the return to the usual cold state.

"I'd rather not say..." You say and it's true you'd rather not say.

Because remembering the boy of your past who held your heart in his hand, was far to much for you to want to remember.

You remember his beautiful green eyes. How they were much softer then damians dark ones.

You remember his perfect blonde hair. You remember his laugh. His real laugh not his fake one that he praticed.

You remember everything...

You knew everything about him. And he knew everything about you.

Well except the fact the you loved him....

So no, you didn't want to talk about him.

Because it hurt more than anything to talk about a boy who was once your best friend. Who was and probably still is your first love....

And you refuse to tell anyone. Especially a stranger you've only known for a day.

Damian huffs unsatisfied with your answer.

And his dark emerald return back to the snowy scenery.

That pit is forming in your stomach agian. The pit of regret. It makes you want to puke. To run away hide. But you don't...instead you take a deep breath and stand up.

Your heart still aching to see the one boy you truly love as you begin speaking.

"Let's go inside...it cold out here." You say though you didn't quite mind the cold. It distracted you from the pain in your heart.

Damian sighs and for a moment he looks like he's going to protest but then surprisingly he nods and follows you back in the house.

Your grandparents and the Wayne's are chatting but the only two who look happy are your grandpa and bruce.

Your grandpa is always happy though so that's nothing new. And bruce he looks like he's not exactly hating the conversation so that's a plus.

You stand next to your grandma who's sitting down next to your grandpa as hes chatting about his latest case since he was the towns judge.

"I'm gonna head home now ma..." You say and your grandma kisses your cheek and nods with a kind smile and whispers a quiet ' your cookies are on the stove.' To which you respond with a quiet 'thanks.'

Walking back into the kitchen and grabbing the box of cookies your grandma had made you smile finally getting what you've wanted.

Of course you'd have to share with your brother but atleast you'd get some...

Walking back into the living room your grandpa sees the box of cookies in your hand and put two together he says.

"Leaving already sunshine?" He says kindly and everyone turns to you.

"Yeah mamas gonna want me home before the blizzard really hits." You say calm your hands fidgeting with the cookie box out of nervousness.

"Well be safe sunshine...." Your grandpa says kindly and you smile and nod knowing that all you literally had to do was walk across the yard to get to your house. But it was nice to know that your grandpa did care.

"Come back early tomorrow so we can say goodbye." Tim says with a smile. He was definitely your favorite wayne.

"Of course." You say mentally saying tomorrow .

Tomorrow they would leave. Of course you liked Tim he was sweet but he wasn't worth the extra time with his family being so rude.

Heading out the door you sigh finally free to do as you pleased. You walk to your house which took less then a minute.

Walking in your house and locking the door. You set the box of cookies down on the kitchen counter.

Riley's quick to open the box and you roll your eyes at his eagerness. 'Typical' you think to yourself.

Sitting down on the couch and looking at watching tv the channel already being on the news channel you see something that make you groan.

'The blizzard is expected to cover all roads. The roads will be shut down for the next couple of days. Please stay inside!' The TV reporter said.

With the roads being closed only meant one thing.

The Wayne's would be staying longer.

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[gothamite-rambler]

Dick (resting his head on the table): I just don't know if I can do this.

Jason: There's only room for one unstable sibling and I'm not losing that title! You have to get your shit together.

Tim: If you're unstable, what am I?

Jason: The gay sibling who's really smart and one bad day from becoming the Joker.

Tim: I'm not gay, I'm bi.

Jason: The bi sibling who's really smart.

Tim (genuine): And one bad day from becoming the Joker. Thank you.

Dick: I'm at my breaking point... Again.

Jason: Are you under fear toxin again because... That was exhausting for me too and I can't handle you beating up Bruce again.

Dick: I'm just sad and feel like a second parent to so many of you... And Bruce. Why is he a baby sometimes?!

Jason and Tim turned to Bruce who was eating a grilled cheese sandwich he made successfully.

Jason: Bruce, what gives why you being a baby?

Bruce refused to respond, only chewing and checking notifications on his phone.

[corpsedogs]

jason todd x f!vigilante

MDNI dub-con, praise, relationship status up to interpretation

✿ ivy pollen — jason helps you out as you get exposed by ivy’s pollen. (not proof read)

“They want us to clean up this?” you gawk as you look at the greenhouse in front of you. Large plants and flowers were scattered everywhere, you could visibly see the moving stem circling around the greenhouse like some sort of python and some flowers that open and close every second

Jason merely shrugs, as if cleaning up a plant infested greenhouse would be a piece of cake “Be lucky its just this.”

You and Jason had been assigned to clean up the mess Ivy did in a recent mission Cass, Damian and Bruce had done. Since uh, GCPD can’t obviously do this, Bruce had chosen the two of you to be in charge of the job.

The two of you entered the greenhouse, Ivy isn’t here at the moment, so the plants were a little bit tamer without its master. At least no one was ordering around to kill you.

The task was to destroy as much hostile plants as possible, if they were to difficult to destroy, then place them to the pots or incubators by the truck the GCPD parked by.

Jason was already getting frustrated, most of the plants he was picking up were already starting to try to wrap around his arms. He could feel the plants trying to dig their vines and leaves into his skin as he grabs and pulls the roots away, this was not a pleasant feeling.

He tried to focus on removing the most toxic plants away first, but there were a lot of the damn things. He was hoping you had a good grasp on the little plants, otherwise this would be a long day

“These plants are a nuisance, why can't Ivy just mind her own business?”

“You said you wanted the harder ones.” you reminded him, “Do you want any help?”

“I can handle it, just focus on the smaller ones.” Jason said with a grunt as he felt a large vine wrap around his entire upper arm and start to squeeze. The plant in his other hand was starting to poke tiny thorns into his palm, “This is gonna be a long night.” he deadpanned.

You ignored his complains and approached a medium sized plant. Its petals were pink and it seemed like it was breathing. The plant looks up at you as it petals opens, it seems to recognize your presence as it purrs.

You smiled and placed your hand under the plant's chin, it almost resembled some kind of pet.

You turned your gaze to Jason, “Hey, look. Not all of them want to kill us.”

Jason looked over at the plant you were petting, his eyes widen for a moment as he takes in that you're actually petting the dang thing. He stares blankly for a moment before raising a single eyebrow

“Are we just gonna ignore the fact that you're petting a plant?” Jason asked flatly. “I mean…it’s kinda cute.” you say with a shrug as you continued to pet the plant. It seemed to really like it, it almost looked like it was nuzzling into your hand “Cute?” he repeated dryly, “You know it could possibly be poisonous, right?”

You didn’t listen as he huffs, “Don’t touch it.” he sharply says, “It’s fine. It’s harmless.” you reassure him.

"Yeah and how do you know that?" Jason asked, he seemed more annoyed by you not listening to him than anything.

"I swear sometimes you can be so-"

He was cut off with the plant shooting pink dust in your face, you immediately started coughing uncontrollably as you let go of the plant. Jason immediately pulls you out and places his hands on your shoulders.

“Hnn..” you groaned weakly as he examined your face, “God I feel weird.” you mumbled. He gently turns your head from side to side, studying your face. He doesn't see any serious harm, but you seemed off somehow.

"Do you feel dizzy?" he asked. He was starting to get a bad feeling, he was on edge about what the plants effect actually was. You nod your head in response, your eyes starting to look a bit fuzzy. Jason glances down and notices a small pink tinge to your cheeks.

"Let’s go to the safehouse.”

He quickly guides you out of the greenhouse, “Oracle, we’re going to the safe house. A planted sprayed some kind of toxin on her, i’ll try to use the antidotes there in case she infects anyone.”

It didn't take long until you made it to the safehouse and Jason was already setting you down on the small couch in the living room. You felt hot, and you felt like as if there was an itch in your body.

You especially feel the heat down at your core and it felt so uncomfortable. You closed your legs and crunched down to try and ease the pain.

Jason noticed your movement out of the corner of his eye. He had been watching you closely, making sure you were alright. He raised a eyebrow as he saw you curling up, you looked visibly uncomfortable.

"Are you in pain?"

As you look up at him, you can’t help but flush as you felt the heat between your legs burn more “Yeah, uh. Pretty much.” you winced. In your head, some unholy images popped up in your head, images of things your body desperately needed. You then slightly shake your head and close your eyes as you suppress your thoughts.

You were struggling against these strange feelings. You never felt this much heat or desperation before. you wanted.. needed, something but you weren't sure of what.

Jason had a pretty good idea of what was going on, the plant must’ve sprayed an aphrodisiac on you. He looked down at you, watching as you tried to curl up to ease the heat. It was starting to get to him too, seeing you like this “Alright, I think I know how to help."

"You do?" you mumble weakly. Your thighs were rubbing together, hoping to find some kind of relief. He could feel his own body start to heat up in response to your increasing desperation.

It was obvious you were starting to lose yourself to the aphrodises, the plant’s effects taking over your logic and reasoning. He gently placed a hand on your knee, trying to get your attention. You jumped at the contact, it felt like a fire through your trousers.

“Look, I’m going to help you, alright? You’re going to have to trust me though.” Jason said quietly.

You nod your head slowly, not trusting your voice to speak. You didn’t care what he was going to do at this point as long as it could relieve the needy heat in your body. He took that as a yes, then slid his hand slowly up your thigh, noticing your body tense in response.

“Just relax, I’ll make it feel good.” Jason’s voice was a deep whisper, trying to reassure you that he could soothe the ache you wanted gone so badly. “Jay- don’t be all talk please.” your voice let out a whine you didn’t mean.

His smirk grew larger at your whine, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it. The fact that you were starting to give in to him was doing something to him that he couldn’t explain.

“Don’t be so impatient, I’ll take good care of you.” he said as he placed his hand in between your thighs.

You let out a whimper in response, your hips grinding pathetically into his hand. The feeling of his strong, rough hand in your sensitive clit was sending tingles through your entire body.

Jason continued to gently rub his hand slowly, wanting to build the anticipation for you. He wanted to hear more of your desperate whines, it was like music to him. He could feel himself starting to get hard from your reactions and it was all he could do not to give in too quickly himself.

His fingers moved in slow circles, applying pressure to your aching clit. You whimper and try to rock your hips against his hand, wanting more of that sweet friction.

”Look at you, you’re so wet. You want it badly don’t you? All you have to do is ask for me, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Please-” you pleaded softly, your voice cracking from both need and embarrassment. This was nothing like you at all, but right now you didn’t care. You were overwhelmed with desire and you needed him to make it better.

“Come here,” he said as he pulled on your waist, you let out a small noise of confusion before realizing what he meant.

He guided you onto his lap, your legs straddling him. You could feel the bulge in his pants, it was hard and large. His hands were on your hips, holding you in place as he leaned in close to you.

You could feel his breath on your neck and it sent shivers down your spine. He placed hot kisses on your neck, moving slowly and leaving a trail up to your ear. His lips were hot and rough, it made your head spin.

You lift your hips up slightly so that he can pull the spandex slowly down your thighs, the cool air on your skin sending goosebumps across your legs. You feel a sharp shiver go down your spine when he places his big, rough hands on your bare hips.

You leaned in to give him a desperate and clumsy kiss as your hips grind on him for friction. He let out a soft groan into the kiss. His grip on your hips tightened slightly as you grind against him, his growing bulge pressing against you.

“Damn, how strong is this ivy poison?” he huffed as he pulls away.

He placed another kiss on your neck, this one much harder than the previous one. His hands move down to your thighs, gently squeezing as he held you in place.

"Just be patient. You'll feel good soon enough."

“Jay.. Jay please..” you softly whisper in his ear, “I need you.. help.”

He had to bite back a groan when you spoke in his ear, your sweet voice begging for him was something he didn’t know he needed this badly. He nipped your neck before responding, "I’m going to take care of you. Just trust me."

He lifts your hips up to tug away his boxers and your panties and you practically drool at his size. He placed another kiss on your neck before moving his hands back to your hips. "Now, you just relax, alright?"

He rubbed his thumbs in circles on your inner thighs, trying to soothe you. The heat and desperation was clearly taking its toll on you, and he didn’t want you to feel any more uncomfortable.

Jason lifted you higher, moving one of his legs to prop your hips up a little. He positioned himself right below your dripping cunt, then placed one of his hands on your waist.

When you push down on his thick cock you cant help but moan in relief. He grunted as you sunk down onto him, his grip on your waist getting even more firm. You were soaking wet and hot and his cock felt amazing.

You started to move up and down. There was no rhythm and you were moving like an animal in heat as you had no control.

“Easy there,” Jason said, his voice slightly strained as you moved. He could tell that you were starting to lose yourself, the plant poison was starting to take completely over your body.

His hands were still on your waist, gently guiding you as you rode him.

“But I need.. I need..” you pant.

“I know what you need, but you need to calm down a little bit." he murmured, looking up at your flushed face. "Just let me take care of you."

He took your waist and started moving you up and down in a rhythm. He held onto you tightly as he started to move you, setting a slow pace at first. He could see how much you were struggling, how you were practically begging for relief from this overwhelming heat.

"Good girl," he whispered, his voice low and rough "just let go, I’ve got you."

He continued to move in a steady rhythm, listening to your soft moans and whimpers and wanting to make you feel even better. But after a few moments, he could tell you were starting to get more and more restless and needy again, like the heat was building up once more.

"Look at you, you're such a mess." he said in a low voice, his fingers digging into your flesh as he continued to move you "But I like it, it just means I get to take care of you more, isn't that right?"

You nodded in response.

"That's right. You're going to let me help you and take care of you, right?" he lifted you up just a bit, then slammed you back down against him, making you gasp in response.

"You're too good for me, so I'm going to make sure you feel good," he said, his voice getting a little strained. It was getting more difficult for him to keep himself under control, but he wanted to wait until you were fully satisfied before he let himself go.

He moved your hips a little harder, wanting to build the pressure for you. You were making cute little needy whimpers in his ear, and each one of them was making him go insane.

You felt a knot in your stomach as you did a broken moan, “I’m close..” you whispered in his ear.

He loved hearing you being so needy and telling him what you needed, it gave him a sense of control that he didn't know he needed so badly.

"Are you?" he whispered back, his voice strained. "Then we should probably do something about that, shouldn't we?"

With that, he lifted you up a little bit and then slammed you down even harder. The change of angle hit you in the right spot and he could tell from your face that it felt good.

He kept moving you in that same spot, wanting to hear more of your needy whines and whimpers. He was starting to get close himself, the control was slipping out of his grasp.

"Come here," he said, pulling you down into a rough kiss.

He could taste the desperation in your lips, your body was so hot against his skin. He held you close as he kissed you, hoping the feel of his tongue against yours would drive you over the edge.

Jason drank in your moan as you came, he could feel your body shake against his as you reached your climax. It was a beautiful sight to him.

"That's it, good girl." he said in a low voice, still holding you close. He could tell you had come down from your high, but it was clear that you weren't satisfied just yet, you needed even

You panted as you looked at him hazy. He looked back at you, his gaze intense. He could feel how much you wanted this, wanted him, and it was driving him fucking crazy.

The heat and pain honestly felt worse after the first round.

"Do you want more?" he asked.

“Please.”

He lifted you up off of him, making you whine in protest before he flipped you around so that you were lying on your back on the couch. He moved over you, leaning over to cover you with his body. He leaned in and kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring yours as he started to position himself between your thighs.

Jason pushes his cock in,, not waiting for you to adjust at his size considering you were already so prepared.

He moved in and out of you, picking up a slow, steady rhythm. He could feel the heat already starting to build again, every inch of you felt so good to him.

He felt like the poison from the plant had done a number on him as well, he kept his face close to yours, so he could hear every gasp and whimper that came out of your mouth.

He grunted as you dug your nails into his back and held onto him for dear life. It felt like you were the only thing tying him to reality, and honestly, he didn't mind.

He continued to thrust in your pussy, doing circles around your puffy clit. It felt so good that you couldn't think straight, the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of you around him. He started to move even faster, his cock slamming into your pussy with each thrust.

You let out a broken moan as he hits the spot that makes your legs close. He leaned in to capture your lips in a rough kiss.

His hands gripped your thighs tightly as he continued to move. You tasted so sweet, it was like his own kind of poison, and he couldn't get enough of it.

He pulled back from the kiss to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling heavily with each ragged breath. He looked at you, his eyes dark with need, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.

You felt your orgasm building up again as you whined, “I-im gonna..”

He grunted in response, his hands holding onto your thighs a little tighter. "Go ahead, come for me." He practically growled the words, his voice rough and deep, his own climax starting to build in the pit of his stomach,

You cried out his name as you came all over his cock. He let out a low groan as he felt you tighten around him, it was the final straw before all of the control he had slipped out of his grasp.

He came hard inside of you, his body shaking and his fingers digging into your thighs. It felt like every nerve in his body was set on fire at once. He collapsed above you, panting hard as he tried to regain his breath.

He could feel how hot and sweaty his skin was as he lays on top of you. He lifted his head to look at you, noticing that your face wasn't nearly as flushed and your eyes didn't look quite as hazy anymore. The ivy's poison must've finally started to wear off.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice still hoarse and rough as he brushed some stray hairs off your sweaty forehead.

“Y-yeah. Um, I am.” you said, looking away feeling flushed on what just happened.

"Embarrassed?" he asked quietly, still trying to catch his breath. "That was pretty fun."

“I didn’t know I wasn’t able to control myself like that.” you said. After years of training, you couldn’t believe you lost your control even though you were trained to maintain it hundreds of times.

He smiled a little bit as he heard you try to defend yourself. "Yeah well, even the best lose control sometimes,"

Oracle tuned in on his comms, which thankfully he didn’t leave hanging while fucking you. “Red Hood, have you given her the antidote?” she asks.

Technically.. the antidote was pretty useless now. Jason rolls his eyes a bit at Oracle's question.

"Yeah Oracle, I've given her the antidote. She's fine now."

“Great, Red Robin and Spoiler will take over the greenhouse instead. Both of you rest.” Oracle said before tuning out. Jason can't help but shake his head at her response, he knew she wasn't buying that he gave you the antidote, but it seemed like she didn't want to say anything.

“I'm tired.. and sore.” you mumbled as you leaned ln his chest. "Yeah, I figured you would be. Come on, I’m pretty sure this safe house has a bed that fits the both of us.”

🌷 did u like this? i didn’t, i dont know how to write smut.. i might delete this but um yes