#youre talking about jason but somehow its more about bruces feelings

[wortsandall]

jason isnt even angry at bruce for the way that he died, hes mad at bruce for everything after his death. so saying that jason's anger at bruce is misdirected anger at sheila is just wrong on so many fronts. because first of all-jason was never mad at sheila. yes she sold him out to the joker and got him and herself killed and jason knows that and tried to save her anyway. i think hes aware of where the blame falls but that again leads into the second thing wrong with saying that. jason is not mad about the circumstances of his death-hes mad at the lack of change his death caused. because if bruce had died, jason would've done whatever he could to avenge that. that's a part of jason's love language. so to have bruce basically do nothing and let joker continue to hurt others grates on jason. im not even mentioning the massive victim blaming that bruce does as well. but its the aftermath that jason has a problem with not the before.

so no, jason's anger towards bruce is NOT misdirected anger at sheila. again because jason's anger has nothing to do with the circumstances around his death but everything following it. which sheila had no part in due to y'know. also being dead.

[l0vergirls]

just a little something that's been on my mind for a while now, like it's actually rotting my brain.

cw: stalking, a bit nsfw near the end, just general yandere stuff, not proof-read!!!!! so sorry if its a bit messy !!!!

★ (romantic) yandere!batfam x reader

imagine being the shared darling of the batfam.

it only takes one of them for the rest to fall in love with you, too.

let's say you meet tim during one of the days he actually decides to go to class, and he's thanking the heavens he did.

slowly, he starts to integrate himself into your daily life, and into your friend group. they all love him, of course. who wouldn't love the kind, funny, and handsome tim drake?

during all of this, he'd already told his brothers about you, and because they can't hide anything from bruce, he finds out about you too. unsurprisingly, they come to appreciate you as much as tim has.

and suddenly, you get a particularly handsome new neighbour in the apartment across from you (which you didn't know was even up for rent) and somehow always seems to be in the middle of stripping when you're home. almost as if he can feel your eyes on him. of course, you make sure not to get caught, and avert your eyes as soon as the cloth leaves his waist.

later, you find out his name is jason, and make a good friend out of him. he smokes on his balcony, while you drink coffee on yours.

barely a week after that, you get a new regular at the café you work at. his name's dick grayson. he says it's probably best for you to yell out his last name for his orders too. he's a detective, which explains the late nights he comes into the café. he's always got a stupidly handsome smile on his face, which only adds onto his neverending charm.

and during the occasion that you're walking home alone, you always seem to run into one of the many vigilantes that guard gotham.

you meet both batman and robin during one of your walks home. you're not scared of them, as most people are; you're merely fascinated at the tall figure that towers over you, and his more colourful counterpart that is also taller than you. robin seems to be just a couple years younger than you. and batman... you can't seem to get a read on the man.

you greet them both as calmly as you can, a small smile on your lips. you get nods of acknowledgment from both of them, which you suppose is the most you're getting.

batman doesn't seem to like that you're walking alone, so he sends robin to walk you home. you don't understand why, and you tell them you've walked this route many times already, that they probably have worse things to take care of.

he tells you that you can never be too sure in gotham. with the way he says it, in that gravelly tone, you can't find yourself to disagree.

on your walk, now with robin's company, you feel safer. you also find out this robin is a man of few words, very unlike the last few robins yet much like batman.

the next night, you run into red robin, who has an air of familiarity around him. he's real friendly— in fact, it's almost like talking to a friend. you think you've seen his smile before.

the night after that, you meet nightwing in all of his spandex-clad glory. he's charming, almost flirty.

and for a week, you don't bump into any of the vigilantes, but you do feel watched. you should be frightened, by all means, but you have a feeling deep in your stomach that tells you they won't hurt you. whoever they are.

you see red hood after that week. he's the more intimidating one of the bunch, you reckon. you've nothing to be scared of, knowing he (along with all the others) only goes after the real awful people. you're not guilty of anything, as far as you know.

his voice is almost robotic, as if being run through a voice changer. it doesn't do much to help his image, though you suppose that's the point. he asks what a little thing like you is doing walking around these parts. you say you're just heading home, like all the times you've met one of them.

he lets you on his motorcycle. if you were paying enough attention, maybe you would've felt his heart beating a mile a minute.

your days go on like this for a while. class, work, walk home with one of gotham's protectors. rinse and repeat.

unbeknownst to you, cameras have been planted all around your apartment. in many angles of your bedroom too, save for your bathroom. they've decided to give you privacy in there. no matter how much dick begged.

though they do have clips saved of you walking around in just a towel, or your underwear. god knows what they're doing with those.

but truly, can you blame them? you've invaded the deepest crevices of their minds, your smell lingering on their noses, and the shape of your lips following them in their dreams.

oh, they can vividly see— almost feel your lips on theirs, and they wonder what you look like when your face is scrunched up from pleasure, as their fingers enter you.

but they'll have to wait a little longer. and they'll be damned if they lose you, when you're playing right into their hands.

this got so long !!!! i had to let this all out somewhere <//3 definitely gonna add more but i needed to cut it off at this 😭😭😭😭

[i-cant-sing]

I can’t get this scenario out of my head with yan!batfamily in which Bruce worms his way into a depressed reader’s life by marrying their mother and slowly taking over the role of parenting reader while dealing with the depression.

No because Bruce would do that. In his head, its just another mission to "save Y/n" and sure, your mother isn't exactly his type, and your depression isn't exactly her fault- the poor woman just works day and night for you both to survive in this outrageous economy, she doesn't have had enough time to see you not doing so well mentally.

Bruce and his sons, by whatever sequence of events, are now infatuated with you. What started as concern for your well being has now turned into obsessive need to control your life to make it better. So, yeah... Bruce decides to marry your mom, who is more than happy to finally find a chivalrous, handsome man... who just happens to also be very rich.

Meanwhile, you hate him. It's stupid, but you hate how filthy rich he is and even though you know that he donates a lot to charities, you still hate him because Bruce thinks money can solve everything (and in your case, it almost can), but you can't help but feel insulted everytime he offers you a cheque, a wad of cash to pay off your bills and loans, or even a $20 bill to get yourself some snacks. It feels... abnormal. You're not a charity case.

Perhaps your socioeconomic status isn't the only reason you're depressed. Maybe it's just you missing your father (could be dead/murdered/suicide/just moved far far away).

The moment Bruce finds out that your dad is the reason why you're so depressed, oh it's "I WILL FATHER ANOTHER CHILD IN NEED OF PROFESSIONAL HELP" time. He's doubling down on his paternal instincts and he's just mentally smacking himself like "ofc you need a father figure in your life. Who better than me????"

And it just makes your skin crawl at how nonchalant Bruce is about all this- about incorporating himself into your and your mother's life. Treating you both, especially you like you're actually related. Like he's been around with you two his entire life. You lose your appetite when he stays for dinner, but you sit at the table for your mother. You try to make excuses when your mother tells you that you have to go with her at the Wayne Manor because "Bruce wants to spend a day with family". You can't help but look at your mother in wonder at how she is comfortable when you both pull up at the manor. You thought things would be easier if Bruce's sons were also uncomfortable or even hated you and your mother (or thought that your mom was a gold digger), but no, they're just as worse as Bruce. Dick being particularly the worst in the sense that he's more affectionate and his love language is physical touch, so you get squished to his chest everytime he sees you, with a small cry "my baby!" Sometimes, "sis" would be added.

You didn't like either nickname.

Then there's Jason, who is the most normal one of them all, perhaps because he isn't around much and when he is, he just makes small talk.

Tim doesn't talk much either, but he stares a lot. Somehow you feel like he knows something about you, at least more than he's letting on.

And lastly, there's Damian, that pompous little shit. You know he's being amicable for Bruce, but his eyes look at you like he's judging you- thinks you're beneath him. Which is true, in the sense of finance. Despite all of that, Damian still wants to show you off his interests/things around the manor. He's still being arrogant ofc, "Look at this oil painting- it's a Van Gogh original. Van Gogh is a famous painter- he's dead though. I'm sure you aren't familiar with his works. I can take you to the Gotham gallery to show you more paintings. Father owns it, so it can be just us two without other people bothering us." He's nice but also not nice. But at least he's not doing it intentionally.

Then there's Bruce. Who is always looking at you with a small smile, but his eyes are always analysing you, even when he's not looking at you directly, you know that he's watching your every move like a hawk. He tries spending time with you, often he succeeds, only because your mother makes you go. He's a good man, hasn't done anything exactly inappropriate, but... even something as small as making you walk on the inner side of the sidewalk so that you're safe from the cars... it doesn't sit right with you. Why is he being so paternal? You certainly have been rude to him on purpose. Always giving him one word answers when he asks you how your day was.

Then one day your mother returns home with a beaming smile.

"Bruce proposed to me! We're getting married!"

After only 3 months of dating? It's what you wanted to say, but you held it back when you saw how happy she was.

The next day, Bruce held a dinner at the manor to celebrate the engagement. Surprisingly, that was the first time you saw Damian looking mad at you and your mom.

It was a reasonable reaction. Acceptable to you, instead of the overly excited yell of Dick "WE'RE GOING TO BE SIBLINGS! That means we can have slumber parties and pillow fights and-"

Your mother and Bruce were shopping for the wedding, looking at dresses and venues and all the shenanigans while you were at the manor, moving your and your mom's stuff in with the boys. It was the last thing you wanted, but your mother.... she insisted on it. Or at least that's what she says, you know Bruce insisted.

Doesn't matter because by next year, you'd be moving away to college anyways.

You just need to put up with this for a little longer and see your mother finally be happy.

You didn't expect your mother to be dead a week before the wedding.

It was out of the blue. You were sitting in the library at the manor because Dick refused to let you be alone in your room all the time, so he was making you some cookies while you read. Then he and Bruce came together, their faces pale as they looked at you.

"Y/n... your mother, she... she got in an accident."

She was driving to some restaurant, wanted to get you your favourite fried chicken and spend some time with you alone. But on her way, a truck crashed right into her car.

She died on the spot.

Whatever little improvement you had on your mental health went straight down the drain. You locked yourself in your room and just cried quietly. They left you alone the first few days, but then Bruce and Dick tried to persuade you to come out, that they were concerned for you. You did come out the day the funeral was held. And it hurt you... it hurt you so deeply when you found out they were burying her at the Wayne cemetery.

She wasn't a fucking Wayne.

If you had any strength, if you had any energy at all, you would've taken your mother and buried her someplace else.

But you didn't.

When you returned inside the manor, you went straight to your mother's room, which was also Bruce's room but you didn't care if he saw you in there or not. You just started packing all of your mother's stuff, her clothes, her jewellery, her photos, everything she came here with, which wasn't much to begin with but still.

"Y/n?" You stiffened when Bruce called you, but you didn't pause on packing. "What are you doing? Looking for something?"

You sighed. Might as well get this over with.

You turnd around, not looking him in the eye.

"I'm moving out. And I'm taking mom's stuff with me. You can check, I'm not stealing anything that belongs to you."

Bruce looked at you in confusion. "Moving out? Where are you going?"

"College. I'll be going there soon anyways, so I'm moving to an apartment with some friends."

"Oh, but you don't need to move out. You can stay with us. Youre family-" you cut him off.

"Bruce, let's not." You finally look at him. "We're not family. I never was, I never wanted to be. Mom's gone now, and I have no reason or desire to be here. Thank you for letting me stay here for as long as you have, but I will be moving out by tomorrow, if not tonight." You said picking up your mother's bag of stuff and walking out of the room. Bruce followed you to your room.

"But I don't want you to move-"

You dropped the bags. "I don't care what you want!"

Bruce looked at you with his brows furrowed. He didn't get why you were acting like this. Your yelling had gotten the attention of the boys too, all looking in confusion at the bags.

"I don't want to be a part of this family. I never have, and I never will. I never liked you or anyone in this family. And if you're concerned about me speaking to the media about you guys, don't worry. If it helps you, you can make me sign an NDA!"

Damian narrowed his eyes at you. "Dont talk to father like-"

"Shut up!" You yelled harshly. You didn't care who you were hurting. Your mother was gone, you had no reason to be amicable to them anymore.

-

They left you alone that day, and by the next morning, you were ready to leave. At 6 am, you walked down to the main door, with your bags. You weren't expecting them all to be waiting for you, but here they were. You took a step towards the door, but Dick stopped you.

He cleared his throat. "Um, this is the NDA... if you'd just sign it here." He handed you the papers.

Unbelievable. They actually drew up a contract. You took the pen from his hand and signed at the dotted lines.

"Bye." You took another step, except Damian and Tim blocked your path.

"What now?"

"Where are you going?" Tim asked.

"Do we have to go over this again?" You grumbled. "College." You answered.

"You can't." Damian said smugly. What's he smirking for?

"You're gonna break my legs?" You scoffed.

"No, you just signed a document saying that you're a part of this family, and Bruce Wayne is your guardian and has authority over all decisions concerning you like going to college, or even... going out of the house." Damian replied.

You looked at Bruce, because there's no way Damian is being serious. But there were no signs of joking. You looked at Dick, at Jason-

They were all dead serious.

"You cant- you can't be- you can't keep me here." You said.

"You signed the documents. It's your fault for not reading them." Tim said.

"Bruce-"

"I really do believe that it'd be better for you to stay here." Bruce said, taking ahold of your shoulders. "At least until you're doing better mentally."

"I'm fine-"

"I don't think so. And I could even take you to a psychiatrist, they'd agree with me." Bruce cupped your cheek as you flinched away. "You'd be happy here. I promise you that, you'll be safe and happy with us."

You'd try fighting, but you already knew you were outnumbered.

Besides, even if you weren't, even if you were alone with the smallest one of them, you still wouldn't be able to leave. You have no idea what Damian is capable of.

After all, he's the one who had your mother killed.

[bug-bites]

batfam beach episode?? real not clickbait no glue no borax??

cw: nothing! pure vacation beach fluff (p≧w≦q) also barely proofread,,,

pairing: gn!reader x batfam (NOT ALL AT ONCE.)

characters: dick grayson, jason babygirl todd, cassandra cain, tim drake, damian wayne (all intended to be interpreted as either romantic or platonic unless its damian. ik in some comic runs he's like an adult but hes like permanently 12 in my head and i dont fw that :/)

a/n: im back with a new dc obsession tee hee (soz to everyone who wanted more abt the cod guys or spiderverse im comicsmaxxing and redhoodpilled) will probably make a part 2 w/ bruce, babs, steph, and duke eventually :3c

Dick Grayson haha dick

oh he loves the beach so much

the sand beneath his feet make him feel nostalgic from when he would practice tumbling with his parents in the circus ring i think there's sand in circus rings right? I dunno someone fact check me on that one

the victim of being buried in the sand, always asks for a mermaid tail but ends up with something like massive sand tits (courtesy of either tim or jason), he laughs it off anyways

somehow gets the worst tan lines. He wore a swim shirt one time and never again because the tan lines looked SO BAD which is a total shame because he tans gorgeously

will beg to do play shoulder wars i have no clue if this is the right name, again fact check me for this thing where you get a piggyback ride from someone and you try to knock someone whos also getting a piggyback ride over in the water

you’re on his shoulders since bro is strong asf and you square up against tim and damian

obviously you lose because hello that's damian wayne we are talking about but at least its fun!!

cass and jason are forever the undefeated champions of shoulder wars though, that goes without saying

Cassandra Cain

shes always seen beach episodes in animes that damian practically dragged her into watching so when she gets to actually go to a beach she is so excited peak sibling bonding is dragging your siblings into your interests

loves building sandcastles and writing things in the sand, watching it get washed away, and then do it all over again

hold her hand and jump over waves together on the shore and she will be the giggliest and happiest human being alive on planet earth

but out of all the beach activities she loves beach volleyball

shes actually scarily good at beach volleyball for someone who has never played volleyball before

dick thought it would be fun to teach her and have a friendly match between him and bruce vs you and cass

yeah bruce and dick were COOKED. huffing and puffing like they have a vendetta against the three little pigs at the end of it while cass is like “this is so fun, lets go again!”

ends the day with a little sunset stroll along the shore i need her so bad you do not understand please bbyg ill treat u soooo well

Jason Todd

beaches are fun on paper for him, in person not so much

PERSONAL HC INCOMING! He gets migraines after the lazarus pit so he can only have so much fun before needing to lie face down with his head covered with a beach towel to make everything less overwhelming or he wears sunglasses the entire time

he brings a book to read at the beach and stays in the shade the entire time yes he is that bitch

usually at home in the comfort of his little library he likes to read things that have an impact on him or just stuff that makes him want to analyze deeper. think books like frankenstein, lord of the flies, all quiet on the western front, just generally heavier stuff

but his vacation books? totally different. usually something super light, maybe a shitty romance book that you find in walmart which are clearly just results of book packaging, or a some booktok recommendation he got for shits and giggles because it just was so laughably bad, maybe even a childhood feel-good book like percy jackson or the little prince (mostly just books he would not grieve over if sand permanently got in between the pages)

he tried reading a colleen hoover book once and honest to God wanted to toss it into the ocean HE WOULD HATE HER BOOKS AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

but out of everything he likes watching you enjoy yourself, his book wasnt that important anyways. show him that funky sand dollar you found or that really cool piece of seaglass, he’s probably gonna bring it home with him. a little keepsake along with the millions of grains of sand that never seem to go away

Tim Drake

Burns so easily

At first its kinda cute, like hes asking you to help him get that spot on his back he just cant seem to reach and its just a little sweet moment between you two as you rub the sunscreen into his sore muscles

But then it happens again. And again. And again to the point when he goes up to you, you automatically reach for the tube of SPF 100+ 

I just know his vitamin d deficiency goes crazy

Leaves the beach looking like a lobster, sunburnt, a crazy bump on his head from getting hit with a volleyball, and some god awful sunglasses tan lines

Overall, beach activities are not really his thing bros job is NAWT beach

Enjoys the boardwalk a lot more than the beach itself, likes the touristy stuff but still goes to the beach because dick loves it and he loves his older brother :(

Damian Wayne

i feel like he wouldn’t care too much for typical beach stuff. like at every beach that has sand and decently clean water you can do most beach activities

one thing that is never 100% consistent at all beaches is what lives on the beaches. this boy will spend hours staring into tidepools 

bruce was lowk concerned because his son did not gaf about normal beach activities that kids do but eventually he reached a point where he was like "i mean at least hes having fun and being safe"

i feel like talia would always show him books of sea creatures when he was little but he never ended up being able to see them in their natural habitat someone take this boy to an aquarium now

tells you fun facts about each creature you come across

will scold you if you take a shell from the beach, definitely says some shit like “how would you feel if someone ran into your house and just took your bed?”  based though, leave shells at the beach yall! taking them is like bad for the ecosystem

brings his notebook around and has little sketches of the sea creatures

even though typical beach activities arent his favourite, he doesnt hate it. he likes that he can catch a break from all the vigilante stuff and spend time with his family as a family and not just as a team

loves scuba diving. idk it just somehow makes sense and i think he would look really stupid in a wet suit

also i feel like he would never mention it but in his mind hes fully thinking "this is just like a beach episode" but he would rather die than say it out loud FUCKING NERDDD

[on-leatheredwings]

i've found your account only a few days ago but ever since then I've been STUCK here rereading your fanfics, especially ones with damian. i wasn't even a dc fan (heard about some stuf, watched some films and cartoons, but that's it) but now im reading comics since im Obsessed and need more batboys in my life (rip my productivity😔)

Anyway, after Sleepover i'm curious what will Bruce (and maybe even Thalia) think of batboys strange behaviour towards reader. He's smart, so he definitely notices it early on, but how he'll react....

I can see him being weirded out (like he was by Jason's anger issues, before his death), but he also can be an enabler, since Robin (literaly any of them) had a hard life, so if those relationships can help him why not pretend that everything is normal? you'll be safer in a Wayne's Manor anyway

All in all, thanks for a new hyperfixation 💞���

P.s. About games:

1. Boyfriend to death 1&2 - since you're into yanderes you might want to check this game out. I prefer the second game, but the first is also fun. But beware the trigger warnings!!

2. Long live the Queen - more of a raising sim than dating sim but you still can romance some guys and girls.

,3. Hatoful Boyfriend - mostly a comedy, but there is a yandere.

4. The Royal Trap - it's been a long time since i played it, but it used to be one of my favorites so i'll just mention it.

5. Higurashi - once again not really a romance sim, but its an interesting horror mixed with a slice of life

;A; AWWWW THANK YOU IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE MY STUFF.... THAT MAKES ONE OF US GIJSDOFAFGHFOJDSD

and yes yes get into DC!!! (girl who hasnt even read a full run since like. injustice)

damn now you got me thinking and excited. incoming spiel

i agree entirely about bruce just knowing how Bad things can get, so to make things simpler, he's like "yes, your darling(s) can stay in the manor, boys. 🙄"

mmm yes..... when it comes to bruce noticing the batboys are yandere, i think it's always sinfully delightful to just have him be reluctantly okay with it. 😈 it's also easier narratively ngl but i also like the idea that the batfam is all just corrupted.

bruce's thoughts are that they (his sons) fight for vengeance and justice but this is where they could use some leeway.... we all need our vice... they fight so hard for gotham, they deserve a little treat (getting rid of your human rights)... it's very "Dad who wants his sons to have happiness even if its not healthy" of him. in fics where bruce is a yandere, well, he's the exact same way so he can't judge. although if that's the case, i like the idea of bruce just being like "yes what we do isn't right. let's not talk about it. just don't kill <3"

still wondering what i like more. a yan!bruce who's self aware what he's doing is wrong but he just refuses to think about it. or a yan!bruce that justifies it all because of his paranoia, Tower of Babel style (if you don't know, that's when it's revealed batman has plans to subdue/kill the justice league just in case they go rogue.)

for the batboys depends on their personality... for damian, he's so resolute in things that i prefer when he just believes 100% what he's doing is okay, if not actually righteous. ^_^

hmmm talia.... I'M STILL UNSURE HOW I PREFER THAT AS WELL... i think talia being a you-arent-good-enough-for-my-son mom is a little cliche but also. she kinda would say that. you'd have to prove your worth somehow but idk how tf darling would do that LOL. in the end, i think talia is just relieved/comforted that her son indeed feels desire and wants love and will continue the family legacy (regardless if youre afab/can biologically have children.)

no THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!! AND THANKS FOR RECS!!!! heheh yeah ive checked out btd and im not averse to the warnings its more like im not that most of into the designs ngl. fox guy seems cute? AND LMAO FUNNY BC IM ON A HIGURASHI REWATCH (never played it tho)

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Current thoughts: Playing off the other dynamic of aggression, cuteness and possessive markings from my other thoughts. Dick and Jason who have found comfortability in each other for so long they just forget that it's considered intimacy - but this doesn't mean they're gratuitous in their pda - it just means they forget that others won't make that connection. 

This is how Dick somehow ends up a dog, deduced because how else would he get random bite marks on his arms and shoulder - it's just not quite a good friend. Why else would he have scratches bleeding down his arm - why else would he be so fond of them?

This is also how Jason comes back to brief scoldings because did he try and get into a bar again? There's bruises all over the place like he's been picked up and tossed around - it means he didn't fight back so he had to keep up the appearance of a civilian right?

What they see is their team leader somehow finding the time to visit a shelter, or according to him “visiting his favorite little stray”. What they see is Jason who oddly seems more settled even with bruises and maybe he just needed a way to waste his energy.

Behind them Dick snickers lightly teasing Jason through a charming smile full of teeth and snark as he regales his little stray being the most feisty one out there - but the cutest. SO small and easy to carry around and even though he puts up a fight Dick knows that he enjoys it. Gar asks Jason if he has a fever (his face is too red to be natural right?) and Dick offers to bring him back to his room out of concern. 

It's a blind eye to the tight grip around his waist and protective placement of his arm around Jason's lower back. (and maybe it's the way it stays a secret just between them - an affair, a secret, them.)

Also ahhhh!!! Your recent fic absolutely blew me away. It made me a puddle - so indulgent - i'm absolutely living for it.

An add-on to the above because ahhhhhahahaha. What if Dick really did adopt a dog though? So even he's a bit lost in the fray of assumptions. Like. Haly 'Bitewing' Grayson-Todd is a new addition to the family. And like - she's a traumatized pupper just trying to adjust to finally having a safe environment to live in so there are some struggles. It's whatever; progress is slow, but good. And even after things are good - Haly is a pup. She likes to play.

So whenever his friends comment on bites or scratches or welts and dogs, Dick rolls with it because sure. He doesn't make the association that whatever mark they're talking about is very much not from an actual dog though - just Jason LOL.

He'd eventually realize though, but by that time the hole that's been dug feels deep hahaha. I think maybe it'd come to his attention when someone recommends obedience school (or some sort of training because Dick is obviously way too lax) and Dick is just so freaking confused because what.

And then Dick would snicker over it as he regales the tale to Jason and how maybe a little discipline would be good. ;)

As for Jason, all I can imagine is the entirety of the batfam being all sorts of hypersensitive and vigilant at the sight and sites of Jason's bruises - the telling shape of them, the severity and its effects. And ahhhhhhhhh of course they want to confront him, but then they'd notice that Jason is calmer/happier/content and the pieces fall together that it's intentional. And all the batfam has to sit with this knowledge. Bruce in particular stews over it because who the fuck. It's not a crime for Jason to do what he does, but Bruce will throw hands; fisticuffs are not off the table when it comes to his baby boy.

Also Jason being a maiden because this is my blog hahahaha. So he's mindful to hide the worst of everything. Only he somehow unintentionally always flaunts those marks in the most provocative of ways. Just peeks of dark bruises (blue, black); wine-colored hickeys. //3/// All the while Dick sees them and has to hide his little contented smirks/smiles to himself as he casually looks away.

Thank you so much for reading 🍊, btw! I'm glad that you enjoyed it. (:

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The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 15

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for their child.

𓅪 Rated: M | 5.5k includes: slight praise kink this one came out of left field absolutely do NOT look @ me, bonding, steph being amazing

fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter 15: Snowbird | ao3 - wattpad

In the passing weeks, you find yourself falling easily into their routines. 

The everyday moments you share with them no longer carry an awkward edge, even when you hang out with them on their own. 

During this time is also when the touching starts.

It starts off innocently enough with soft touches while they’d talk or caressing you in passing. So light and so brief you start to think you’re imagining it until, eventually, you can no longer ignore it nor pass it off as a mistake.

It’s casual, of course.

Roy snuggling you into his side while you game, Jason massaging your shoulders while you read to Lian. Even simple things like Roy lightly squeezing your thigh when you tell a joke or Jason’s swift touches along your lower back when you help him cook dinner. 

Nothing more than casual, though. Seriously.

This is why it’s completely casual to have Jason’s hands settled in the crux of your lap while Roy cleans up the remains of playtime. Lian had only gone down for a nap a few minutes prior, yet, to Jason, it's the perfect time to dip into the past.

“Stop moving,” you chastise lightly as you force his hand back into its original position.

“Yes, ma’am,” he mutters mirthfully, following your demand easily. 

His hands rest back on your skin so you can pick up right where you left off. You can’t deny that the stray pink nail polish that had somehow snuck its way into your surviving bag looks really nice against his complexion.

“I think the last time I did this for you was before the club." You swear he blushes, looking away from you. It's rare to see him actually embarrassed like this and you can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips because of it. 

Roy wolf whistles, “Trust me, you looked good. You’ve definitely come a long way since cross-dressing while denying your sexuality, Jay babe.”

“I know,” he grumbles as if not used to all the attention. You expect him to joke back, but he just continues to stare at your handy work with a distracted gaze. 

You find yourself going back to Roy’s comment. “Why do you think you denied it for so long?” you ask Jason.

While Bruce didn’t seem like the type of dad to show up tits-out at Pride, he also didn’t strike you as a conversion camp freak either. 

“Even though Dick’s always been a flamboyant fuck, I just didn’t feel the need to show it in that way. I guess I thought that because I didn’t fit some mold, I wasn’t actually gay- bi,” he corrects himself, looking at you with an unexpected intensity. “I’m bi.”

You know it’s a statement completely in line with the conversation at hand, but you can’t help but feel a tiny portion of it is directed towards you, telling you that you have a chance.

You can’t stop the blush that overtakes your cheeks, hoping the dimness of the evening covers it enough to avoid any further miscommunications, “Thank you for trusting me with that.”

“You’ve always been accepting of me, even when I was still figuring it out for myself,” the raven admits.

“Of course. What are friends for?” You smile back at him, but this time, it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. 

•••

“What’s a movie we’d all like?”

“Texas Chainsaw?” Jason offers.

You fake gag. “What about something less gory? Moonrise Kingdom?”

“Fucking boring, as usual,” Jason drawls without removing his hand from his palm where his elbow is propped up on his knee. 

“Hey! I resent that.”

“Keep bickering all you want,” Roy leans back on the couch, watching the tiff go down in amusement, “just know I’m not watching some period chick flick for you and Jason. Not doin’ it.”

You and Jason smack him with the same deadpan glare. He knows you and Jason are always down to watch Pride and Prejudice. 

“Then what do you suggest we watch?” 

“A classic film, perhaps,” he says with a wry grin spreading across his freckled cheeks. “Avatar.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s loads better than any period drama.”

He smacks your arm. “Alright, Wes Anderson apologist.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I am, you fucking creep,” you say, your voice dripping with sarcasm as you search through the next onslaught of films on screen. “Lego Batman.” You’re instantly met with a resolute chorus of no’s. “Aquamarine,” you try again.

“How are these titles getting even worse?” Jason grumbles and nudges your shoulder to get you to keep searching.

“I’m just wondering how the ‘recommended blockbuster’ section on here went from Texas Chainsaw Massacre to Aquamarine,” Roy chortles as he shifts next to you, hitting your hip in the process. “Oh, no fucking way. We’re watching FernGully, Jason,” he cuts off Jason’s rant prematurely. “Honest to god, we are watching these elves save the fucking forest. I’m not backing down on this one, loves.”

His boyfriend’s angsty ass blows at the overhanging white hair on his forehead as he flops back against the couch in submission. The force alone is enough to send you sprawling backward with a thud as part of your rib cage comes into contact with his muscular chest. In the disruptiveness of the action, you’ve completely missed Roy’s newest nickname.

“Your one chance to watch, you know, an actual adult movie while Lian is asleep, yet you still manage to pick some dumb elf movie that she’d love.” 

You’ve yet to move from against his chest and are completely surprised when he rests his arm around your shoulder, drawing you in closer. There’s no time to overthink his action before Roy’s laying down across your thighs so his head rests in Jason’s lap. And, yeah, you were jealous you couldn’t nestle your face in his thick, muscular thighs too, but his sturdy arm around you and Roy squirming around in your lap was still fucking bliss.

It's times like these that make you forget about the looming threat of… well, who knows?

“They’re fairies, by the way,” you correct him. 

“Fairies, elves, same shit. You and Jay would look cute as one either way,” he reaches up and ‘boops’ the two of you on the nose.

“Why not you?”

“Well, princess,” he proudly clicks on the film, electing to squirm much in the way Lian does when she gets a sugar rush, “I’m already basically in it.” 

“Let me guess,” you say, booping his nose right back, “there’s a redhead in here who looks nothing like you.”

“Fuck you. Disrespect Pips and me like that again and…” he trails off with a constipated face that has you and Jason smirking at each other. “I don’t know, but fuck around and find out,” he threatens and sits up to try to flick you on the nose in retaliation, but you smack his hand away as you push him back down into Jason’s lap. “Oh, I liked that.”

Jason grumbles something incomprehensible as he turns up the movie to drown out Roy’s annoying ass whining. Meanwhile, your hands retreat from Roy’s body with a speed that rivals the Flash. 

You’re grateful for the distraction, anyway. All the recent touching and lack of personal space is driving you crazy in the best way possible, but damn if it wasn’t dangerous. 

Roy flops around on Jason’s and your thighs, squirming what seems like every two minutes. There's no possible way he’s getting a chub from the animated movie or anything like that and he doesn’t seem to have any previous issues with focus from what you’d noticed in the past. Thus, it seems that the random wiggling seems specifically directed to torture you.

His dumb fucking smirk spattered across his freckled cheeks further confirms this.

“There are dogs that lay more still than you, dude.” You smack at his hip as he begins another wiggle assault. “What’s your damage?”

Roy laughs as he flips over from his side, then to his back to stare at you over his shoulder from the comforts of Jason’s lap.

“I really have to pee, but the part I like is coming up.”

You shoot an unimpressed glance at Jason, who merely shakes his head in response.

“Yes, I’m aware I have two kids. You don’t have to remind me with that smug ass look,” he says your name at the same time he flicks at the tip of your nose, seemingly wanting to be included in all the booping.

Your so-called ‘smug ass look’ effectively drops. Your eyes cross as you stare at his finger that’s yet to leave your nose. Your nose crinkles as if you’re about to sneeze until he finally removes his finger with a small laugh.

It’s not that it’s a boring movie; you’re just tired as fuck.

Roy’s newest thing has been flipping on top of you in the middle of the night. That alone you can deal with, your own personal weighted blanket of sorts, but no. He's Roy and Roy’s annoying as fuck, so of course, he utilizes the position to snore directly into your ear.  

It’s his apartment, so you’re sure as fuck not going to be the one to wake him up. For such a light sleeper, Jason seems largely unbothered by Roy’s roars. Every now and then, a particular snore would have Jason shifting against you, but he seemed to have already grown accustomed to Roy’s irritating sleeping quirks. 

Jason, for the most part, sleeps like a log. 

You’ll sometimes hear his quiet exhales early in the morning, but that’s about it. Recently, he’s been attaching onto you in the middle of the night. Well, at least until one of you gets too sweaty and, subsequently, wakes up. 

Not realizing you’ve drifted off, you’re awoken when your pillow, Jason, moves. Your head falls the short distance to the warmth of the now empty cushion below. 

You always thought you ran cold, at least your feet did, until you started sleeping with two men. Well, really, just Jason, whose body heat seemed to spur your own to exponential amounts. Roy, on the other hand… 

You gratefully cling to the squishy icicle on top of you. The heavy lump groans lightly in response before nestling further into your radiating heat.

•••

It’s light out; you can tell even though your eyes remain shut. 

You know you've all slept in and that it's probably the afternoon, but you still attempt to doze on and off for a few more minutes before you can’t deny the weight on your stomach is crushing your insides slowly. 

A light snore rings out in the quiet of the room, louder than the gurgling of the coffee machine off in the distance.

At the sound of quiet, approaching footsteps, you allow your eyes to flutter open.

You squint against the open blinds only to flush when you find Roy’s fiery, splayed-out locks burning in the light against your chest. You’d probably give in to him right then and there if you hadn’t noticed, more like stopped yourself from laughing at, the puddle of drool he’s left behind on one of your tits.

Jason doesn’t say anything as he hands you a cup of coffee that you try to hand back so you can sit up, but the dark smell of the roast is enough to wake Roy up.

Upon seeing your precarious position, Roy slurps up the remaining spit from his chin and smiles lazily. “Mornin’, princess,” he offers in a sleep-ridden rumble.

His eyes are half opened and his hair's a mess, but you swear he’s never looked so attractive. Your stomach flips and, with the close proximity, you’re worried he’ll be able to feel all the butterflies that are thrashing around in your stomach. 

You’d never really considered your looks: ugly, pretty, whatever. You've just always known the way they looked was out of your league. 

Laying there, looking from Roy’s chiseled jawline to the light wrinkle that stretched a nail’s-width across his forehead down to his tantalizing freckles, you feel way out of your depth. Regardless of the logistics, he’s everything you want.

You should kiss him.

The angelic glow radiating off of him in the morning light, his steady weight on all the right spots, his dopey sleep face. 

You need to kiss him.

Your fingers drag along the stubble of his jaw all the way over to tug playfully at his bottom lip with your thumb. One of his eyes perks open with interest but flickers shut immediately as you tilt his head up within inches of yours.

You’re going to kiss him.

And, no.

The spell is broken when he unleashes a dad yawn that smacks you square in the face with his horrifying morning breath. 

You buck him off of your front to the floor with a disgusted look. “Jesus, Roy.”

Jason snorts, handing Roy his own cup of coffee before he can start bitching.

Lian eyes the passing of the mug enviously, following along with it like an extension of the steam rolling off the top. “Do I get some?” she asks.

“Sorry,” Roy snorts, ruffling her inky hair, “too young, champ.”

Your head snaps over to Lian, who’s playing on the ground next to Roy’s half-asleep form. You silently beg her not to out the one time you let her have half your coffee.

“Trust me. You won’t like it, sweetie.” Roy crawls over to pick up a Barbie that her Triceratops savagely murders as soon as he tries to place it in the toy convertible. “Why won’t you play with me?” Roy whines and quickly snatches away his discarded cup of coffee that Lian had been going for while he’d been distracted.

“Lian,” Jason’s deep daddy-tone stirs the attention of everyone in the room. “Dad said no coffee.”

She looks from him to you with narrowed eyes. You return the look with a telepathic warning that if she ever wants coffee again, she better keep quiet.

You clear your throat uncomfortably as their focus instantly turns to you.

“What?” you feign innocence.

Lian looks from the coffee clasped protectively in Roy’s bionic grasp, then back to you. It seems like she’s about to give in and snitch but realizes the situation at hand and pouts. Eventually, she moves on and nudges Roy’s Barbie with her Triceratops, effectively dropping the topic altogether.

You’re so absorbed in her Jurassic Park slay fest that you don’t even realize Jason’s gotten up.

You’ll never admit it, not like they couldn’t tell anyway, but you startle when Jason suddenly gets up from the lounge chair to join you on the couch. This time, instead of draping his arm around your shoulder, he snakes it around your waist to draw you closer to him.

Your stomach flips as you allow the movement. You follow his lead into his firm body in your sluggish, early morning state. You can’t help the pleased inhale that escapes you, welcoming the closeness easily. You snuggle into his side, drawing your feet up underneath yourself on the cushion to further cement your comfy spot. 

“You sniffing me, little bird?” Jason asks quietly. His eyes flash and he looks down at you quickly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.”

You wince, realizing how fragile he still thought you were. 

All those weeks ago, when he’d said it for the first time in years, it had thrown you off. His coming at you from behind also didn’t help, but it had been a one-off event. Never again. You aren’t weak… It was a one-off event, you repeat to yourself.

In all honesty, his use of the nickname this time hadn’t left you feeling any sort of way, so you do somewhat believe your lie.

Somewhat.

“I don’t mind,” is all you say.

It’s enough. 

No one questions you further, though you feel their stares linger on you long enough for you to know they can see right through you.

As soon as you finish your coffee, Lian gets up and tugs you from Jason’s grasp over to the kitchen. 

You laugh lightly, “What do you want to eat, chickie?”

“We’re making scones,” Jason says. He traps you against the counter briefly as he comes up behind you to grab the butter in front of you. He stutters as soon as he realizes the familiar position he put you in and startles backward, “That alright?”

The scones or the position, you didn’t know.

Lian saves you from further embarrassment by being her usual cute self. “What’s sk-ons?” she asks.

“Teaching her the British way, Jay?” Roy’s still splayed out on the floor, sipping his coffee obnoxiously. “Alfred will be so proud.”

You and Lian measure out the flour and sugar when Jason suddenly sets down an ingredient you’re 100% sure was not on the original recipe card he'd given you.

“Bro.”

“What, bro?” Jason mocks you as he begins to stir together the dry ingredients. 

You stare down at the offending container.

“Bro.”

He huffs with faux-annoyance, “I’m not going to keep amusing you by asking ‘what’ again, you know?”

You can hardly look at his traitor-ass when he smugly adds baking powder to the white mixture in the bowl.

“You told me baking soda, Jason.” 

After years and years of lackluster scones, you remain deadly serious as you confront him. 

You'd thought maybe it was you. Maybe your Achilles heel was scones. Not so bad; everyone has one, but scones? If you had a recipe for the best scones in the world, which you did and they still always turned out meh, which they did, then, yeah, you start to doubt your cooking abilities and sanity somewhere along the way.

“Did I?” 

It’s too nonchalant. 

You’re not even breathing as he pours in the rest of the ingredients with their familiar measurements you’d memorized after all those years of botching the recipe.

“You did.”

You stare down the side of his face, noting the smile that hid just below the surface of his scarred cheeks.

When he does look at you, you almost wish he hadn’t.

It’s too… open.

Too tender.

You gulp under his direct attention, hating the way his eyes blatantly follow the movement under the plushness of his inky lashes.

“Why would it be baking soda, babe?” Jason asks, tapping you lightly on the forehead. “You know how to cook. You should’ve noticed that mistake.”

“You’re telling me this whole time they tasted like shi- oot,” you cut your curse off at the last second. You look down at a curious Lian as you attempt to salvage your curse before completely giving up and starting again. “They tasted like poo just because you wrote it down wrong?”

“How is poo any better than shit?!” Roy calls from the floor. “Shit,” he hisses. 

You and Jason exchange an amused glance when you both turn around just in time to see Roy smack himself in the nose instead of over his mouth. Meanwhile, Lian goes over to him to continue playing, seemingly content that breakfast is being made by the two best chefs in the house.

“Now that I think about it,” Jason pretends to ponder, “maybe I did miswrite it on purpose.”

You knew it!

“Bastard!” you hiss.

It’s like your narrowed eyes are fuel-feeding his sickening smirk. How can he find this situation so amusing?

“Consider it payback for slipping Lian coffee.”

“Oh, sure. Preemptive payback for your future child,” you snort in disbelief. “Completely sound logic, yeah?” You move around the island to watch him stick the tray of dough in the fridge to chill. “Besides, it was one time! Only half a cup, I swear.”

“Half a cup?!” Jason repeats incredulously, nearly dropping the tray in the process as he turns to face you. “She’s a toddler!” 

“You know I drink glorified coffee. It’s loads of sugar with all cream, just like Roy.” 

“How do you remember that?” the redhead calls over, then seems to remember you’ve been over enough mornings by now to know how he takes his coffee. What you’d never admit is that, yes, you had, in fact, still remembered from all those years ago. “Never mind, you would have freaky detective skills. I always forget you’re basically a Bat, too.”

You couldn’t help but preen even though you’d long stopped paying attention to Batman and his clan of birds.

“Please, I haven’t trained in all these years. I’m out of practice,” you hesitate. “Well, not that I was ever truly in it, but, well, you know,” you trail off self-consciously, busying yourself by cleaning up the excess flour that had spilled onto the counter.

Apparently, your cleaning methods are too sporadic and Jason takes over by placing his calloused hand over yours. The movements are slow with a firm yet gentle control as he guides your hand across the counter, settling behind you with a warmth you’re steadily becoming familiar with.

You allow yourself to lean back into his warm embrace and force your eyes to remain open if only to save yourself any further embarrassment. 

The coffee slip-up with Roy had already been bad enough. 

“Good, just like that,” he murmurs and gently presses the bulge of his sweatpants against your lower back. You react without meaning to, flushing when you realize you’ve just pushed back into him. “Lian, go help your dad find something to watch on TV.”

“Okay, daddy!” Lian leaps over to Roy, who wiggles upward, accidentally spilling his coffee all over Barbie. He then notices you peeking at him innocently from within the confines of his boyfriend's flexed arms. 

Your eyes hold his impish ones, your mouth remaining slightly open as the situation settles across the two of you. 

You watch his red hair bob when he looks up at Jason, who you assume is also looking at Roy, but you’re too afraid to move and risk the chance of ending whatever this is. 

The moment with Roy on the couch, now this? Hell, you’re scared to blink, let alone move.

Jason’s never, had never, been one to call the shots before. You can’t deny it feels nice to have Roy on the same playing field with this unfamiliar territory. 

Your eyes slip from Roy’s as you allow Jason to shift your attention back to the counter. 

Lian screaming the Paw Patrol theme song long before the actual show starts is all background noise to you. You’re fully present with him wrapped around you so deliciously. 

He lowers his head closer to yours, where he seems to wait, gauging each and every minute reaction. He then proceeds to nudge your cheek with his once he begins to scrub a stubborn spot. “This okay, babe?” he asks in a low voice.

The flour, or you wanting him to bend you over right here and now?

Say something sexy, say something sexy.

“There’s so much flour,” is what you manage to choke out instead.

Awesome.

He laughs lightly with his breath brushing the side of your cheek, “Help me clean it then, babe.”

You nod dumbly, noting how Roy’s left a highly amused Lian to her show to join the cleanup crew. 

“What’s goin’ on over here?” 

You startle away from his boyfriend instantly. The last thing you want to do is step on anyone’s toes.  

Roy merely snickers as he stops off to the side, flipping through the stray mail on the island too quickly to really be reading anything. You’re not completely oblivious to the way his eyes flicker between the papers and you. He gauges your reaction as he steps closer, treating you like you’ll break if they make one misstep. And, hell, maybe you will. 

“Sorry,” you apologize, but he’s already shaking his head before you can fully get the word out.

“Nothin’ to be sorry for, princess,” Roy says and gestures back to Jason, who looks- wait, what? Jason glances at you for what you think is reassurance and wish, once again, that you could read them like they could read each other. “Never hurts to have two good housewives like you and Jay’sall I’m saying.”

His wink falls flat as you read way too far into his statement, but he takes it the wrong way. His teasing smile falters briefly at the corners of his mouth before he plasters it back in place like it’d never happened.

Ever since you’d learned about their secret identities, they’d been exponentially more open with you. Still, you couldn’t help but feel like you were still being left in the dark about certain things. That, and you’re more confused than ever about where you stand with both of them.

“Why didn’t you tell her?” 

You shudder. 

“What’s on your mind, babygirl?” Roy asks. He’s clearly trying to see why the mood soured so quickly. Typical, you can’t help but feel like you always bring down the mood. 

You clear your throat as you try to think of a logical excuse for why you’d gone so stiff after, well, after almost saying fuck it and fucking them. 

Now, your mind is somewhere else completely. 

“Just thinking about the attacks,” you lie easily.

Roy nods understandingly, easily changing his approach after the clear shift in mood. “What about them?”

You’d finally gotten around to doing more research on the bombing, but you couldn’t quite get a certain notion out of your head. Now would be as good a time as any to let them in at least somewhat on what you’ve uncovered from the coffee shop security footage.

“I’m starting to think the mugging and coffee shop are all somehow connected to the break-in.” You wait for them to shoot down your idea or tell you you’re being paranoid, but, much to your relief, they’re nodding along as if they’ve already been thinking the same thing. “Just a hunch,” you add with a shrug in case you’re completely misreading everything.

 “We may be dealing with the same set of people, but we can’t be sure. We need to stay alert,” Jason says.

His phone suddenly rings in his pocket and you watch him pull out his non-burner iPhone. The only reason you even know the difference is because he added a picture of the three of you and Lian from game night for his personal phone background. His work phone, as he calls it, is reserved for the Gray Ghost.

You watch his eyebrows knit together in confusion at the contact. The familiar last digits have your stomach filling with anxiety.

Damian.

Jason shoots you a look before wandering off into the bedroom to answer. 

You turn to Roy to see if he has any idea what that was about when Lian seizes the moment to gulp down Roy’s abandoned coffee, spilling it all over herself in the process.

“Etai yazi, no!” 

Jason comes back in the room moments later just as you and Roy manage to wrangle Lian into the tub to clean off the remnants of coffee.

“We’ve got work stuff,” Jason says, looking at the cute scene in front of him with tender eyes. “Stephanie’s on her way over.”

“Ah, so now the babysitter needs a babysitter,” you giggle as Lian dumps a pile of bubbles on top of your head. “Well, maybe I could use some backup.”

Backup and the opportunity for much needed venting.

When Stephanie arrives a little while later, she wastes no time pulling you into a hug. 

“It’s just Auntie Stephie and mommy?”

Stephanie chokes on her spit and whirls around to face you accusingly, “And when did this development happen?”

“I mean…”  Should you mention you were sleeping in their bed in front of their kid? 

Meanwhile, Jason and Roy quietly slip away, having already said their goodbyes. At least this time, you kind of knew what they were up to with their previously elusive duffle bags.

She suddenly shoots you a knowing glance, “Bedtime?”

“Auntie Stephie, no,” Lian complains, shaking her head petulantly. “You can’t just put me to bed to talk about dad.”

“It’s almost eight!” Stephanie tries to reason with the toddler, then seems to realize the ridiculousness of it all and snatches Lian up to place in bed. “Besides, don’t think I didn’t see you yawning, missy.” 

Lian narrows her eyes when Stephanie boops her on the tip of her nose. “I won’t forget this, Auntie Stephie,” the little girl threatens.

“Oh, Jesus,” Stephanie cackles and backs away. “Remind me to sleep with one eye open.” She winks at the pouting cuteness that is cranky Lian. 

She didn’t stay on the bed for too long, though and, soon enough, you and Stephanie were running around the room to grab her. Hey, at least all this running would probably tire her out… Probably…

It's a bad bedtime kind of night, you realize with an exasperated sigh.

Bedtimes with her are always a hit or miss. She's either bouncing to get under the covers and get her bedtime story, or she'll complain the entire hour up until bedtime and refuse to go anywhere near her bed.

“Lian, chickie, come on,” you urge, swooping Lian into your arms and dodge her usual tired swings to place her back on the bed. “We can even pick out two stories, okay?” 

“Two whole stories from mommy?” Stephanie teases until you silence her with a sharp glare. It doesn’t stop her from teasing you at all, but it’s the thought that counts.

“Yes.” Lian crosses her little arms, not understanding what’s so funny.

The running had seemed to tire her out and she finally melted into your arms, allowing you to place her in a sleepy heap under the covers. 

“Two stories, okay?”

“Two,” she nods.

You shake your head exasperatedly before picking out the two books you know she loves the most. 

She’d definitely become spoiled with the nighttime reading for sure. When you first started, she’d been content to get halfway through the book before falling asleep. Now, she'll still be rolling around after the first book and well into the second. It's inevitable that, within a matter of weeks, it’ll have to be three books. Soon, you’ll be reading to her through the night. 

When you’re done, she turns sleepily toward you for her goodnight hug. You forget Stephanie’s still in the room until Lian mumbles she loves you and Stephanie absolutely loses it.

“That is so freakin’ adorable!” You can practically see the hearts forming in the pupils of her eyes. 

When you turn back around, you’re met with Lian’s light exhales. You click on her night light before following Stephanie back into the main room.

“So, two bedroom?” She wiggles her eyebrows at the lack of sheets on the couch.

“Yup,” you respond awkwardly, rubbing at the back of your neck.

“And the ‘I love you?’” Her brows raise teasingly. 

“Yup.” You refuse to meet her eyes.

“Do you say it back?”

The question forces your eyes back to her maniacal-looking ones. “To Jason and Roy?” you ask in confusion. At your response, Stephanie shoots you a knowing glance and you attempt to backtrack. “Oh, Lian. Um, yeah. Of course, I say it back.”

“To Jason and Roy?” She smirks.

“To Lian!” you sputter indignantly as your eyes narrow at her. “You’re good- you know that?” 

“Of fucking course I do, bitch.” 

You both burst into a fit of laughter, then quickly remember Lian and smack each other to shut up. It only serves to make things worse as Stephanie runs around making kissy lips at you, pretending to be Roy and Jason. You both eventually flop into the pile of blankets Roy had left on the floor earlier, surprising her when you nearly meet her joking pout with your soft lips. It works.

She ruffles lightly, backing away with a smack to your shoulder and a joking curse. Still the same ol’ Steph. 

“So, besides taking two dicks at once and calling me for a ride a city over without ever explaining, what’ve you been up to?” Her expression lets you know she isn’t going to let you off the hook this time. 

Figures.

“Well, I got mugged," you start listing off on your fingers, "got stuck in the middle of a hold-up in a cafe and oh, yeah, my apartment got blown up,” you sigh. “Didn’t even get to celebrate my 20th birthday all those weeks ago.”

“Damn, that’s a lot,” Stephanie says with a wolf whistle. "You know, I always forget how much younger you and Damian are than me.”

“Me too,” you admit, even though it's just by a year. “You asked about that day Damian invited Jon and me to his yacht?”

“Bruce’s, but go on,” she teasingly corrects, leaving you to giggle.

“Everything seemed like our usual bickering at first until he just blew up.”

“He just blew up randomly?” she questions suspiciously.

You think back to that day. “Well, I guess it happened after I mentioned Jason and Roy.”

“Dude," she drawls as if it's obvious, "he’s jealous.”

“Jealous?” you repeat dumbly.

Stephanie shoots an unimpressed look your way. “You were smart enough to be in my grade, don’t play coy. He’s been in love with you since he brought you home that first week.”

“First week?” you repeat dumbly again.

“Yeah,” she snorts that she can’t believe you haven’t already worked it out. “When we were walking home together?”

“Oh, god, Steph,” you exclaim, your head falling to your hands. “I really fucked up.”

All those years of being a fucking hypocrite. 

“Mhm,” she nods. “And?”

“And,” you pout, lifting your head up to meet her encouraging smile, “and, I… I just want my friend back.”

Stephanie says your name, “Do you know how to be his friend without leading him on?” 

Her question is pointed and leaves your stomach churning uncomfortably. If it were anyone else, you’d probably get up and leave, but with Stephanie, you appreciate that at least she’s asking the deep questions. 

It’s something you wish you’d asked Jason and Roy back then. There's no way they didn’t know they fucked up, but even though you’d been young, so had they. 

Was being an adult realizing everyone was always a bit in the wrong? 

Ugh. 

That whole time you’d been lamenting about them using you, had you inadvertently been using Damian the exact same way?

“I feel like everyone in this family leads people on.” 

Her laugh startles you, “Oh, see. Sometimes I forget you’re an honorary Bat until you say some real shit like that.” She sighs as she looks over your pouting form, “Girl, just go make it right.”

“You don’t think I’ve tried?!” you exclaim in exasperation. “You know how he is."

"Yes, and you know how you are," she insists. "What are your goals?"

You think hard on it before speaking, “I don’t want to lead him on anymore. He means too much to me as a friend. He’s been there for me through everything and the last thing I’d want is for him to resent me.”

"Then, go talk to him before it gets to that point," she trails off like it's obvious. 

Maybe it has been completely obvious and you’ve just been blind to it this whole time. 

“Steph, you’re a genius!”

“Finally, you see the light,” she says with a roll of her eyes before shoving your phone back into your hand.

When he'd told you to figure it out, you sure as fuck didn’t expect it to take you this long to piece together something so obvious, yet here you are. 

I understand now. 

Your text is read instantly. 

You’re barely able to blink as text bubbles appear, then disappear and his response overtakes your screen.

Come over. 

A/N: the song for this chap (snowbirds by anne murray) for some reason is what inspired this entire fic lol

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Someone sent this ask to a blogger I like and they didn't bite, so I WILL

Gotham dream blunt rotation as rated:

Poison Ivy might seem an obvious choice at first, but she swears she can still hear the plant screaming inside your blunt, so if she isn't already hitting you dead the vibe has been killed: 3/10

Catwoman would steal all your weed and wrap a tighter blunt then you can imagine she would bring out wine spritzers and cheeses as the snack so it's fun but you will have to go buy a new ⅛ as soon as you leave, you will be starting to crush on her but she will talk about batman the whole time: 7/10

Harley Quinn would make those crazy ass joints that are like spider shaped and she would get toasted but youd get so couchlocked it'd be like a million years passed when you come to she's smoking a second spider and you have hyena drool on you: 5/10

Kite Man rips huge beefy clouds of smoke, spends half his evil plan budget on buying a gravity bong, has a shitty hideout in his parents basement, but his mom is really nice and can out-rip her son and she would bring some apple slices and water down for snacking: 6/10

Two-Face would have been a total weenie as Harvey pre accident and never touched the stuff, but after he will occasionally light up because he enjoys how both of his sides will shut up and he can think for a second. Doesn't care if it's shitty buds or premo flower it's whatever the nearest lackey has so you will be hacking up a lung either way. Spends the whole time telling you to be quiet when you try to chat: 4/10

Bruce would suck the only people he might be good in a rotation is wonder woman and superman, anyone else he is just silent the whole time and ignoring everyone to look at his phone, will sometimes double and triple hit before passing: 3/10

Stephanie stole her dad's weed as a teenager and is really bad at rolling blunts, but if you tease her, she will finger taze you, would have a whole set-up for a rotation set up with pillows and candles and bowls of chips, she either gets very mellow or gets really wild so it's a flip for if you're going to watch pirated movies or go roam the aisles of walmart: 8/10

Tim would act like a weed conneisur since Stephanie lit him up, but he'd be the type of guy you could give a weed a fancy name and sell it for $50 extra and he wouldn't even blink, rarely rotates but if he does he is punctual and never double hits, will ramble on and on about computer specs and graphic cards, will give you the last hit even though he wants it: 6/10 but only because sometimes Tim gets weird vibes

Alfred hits weed made for elephants its so strong he does it for muscle and joint pain at night so he won't share ever and if you ask he will act like he has no idea what you're talking about, if somehow you can get him to share it will be in the form of a weed cookie and when I tell you they're strong you will be seeing god: 0/10 or 7/10 depending

Jason tried marijuana but didn't like how it made his head feel and his hands shake and he could barely read so it pisses him off. If the blunt in question was a joint made of more tobacco than weed than he might sit in, but otherwise he is video taping other people being fools for future blackmail: 2/10

Dick smoked major weed with the Teen Titans when they were all a team the first time, he has exquisite taste but won't overpay but gets solid middle of the road shit everytime so you won't be ass blasted, but you will be laughing more which is why he loves rotations the communal act of passing, leaning in close to people, everyone getting loose and happier, he loves it and will totally make everyone custom snack plates: 10/10

Cass would try it with Steph or Dick, but she wouldn't like it in the end, would be a big fan of edibles though she'd like the floatiness and using it for sleep: 0/10 but not for lack of effort

[spoonyglitteraunt]

How.... ?

How do you write both a good fanfic and the best ad for your book in one go?

Just how??

This is legit the best book ad, no, the best marketing overall I've ever seen. And it wasn't even meant to be. But this is so uniquely suited to keep my attention challenged brain to read beyond a sentence or two. To stop the brain gremlins from wandering distractedly off into the void as is their wont, and instead have them making desperate grabby hands at the screen. For the book AND more batfam reads hunger pangs shenanigans both mind.

Just genius.

So please never apologise for writing this. In fact feel free to do more (if so inclined).

I'm seriously saving this for the fanfic purposes alone. And would gladly read more of the Wayne household and beyond is completely normal and well adjusted about a book fanfic. We would LOVE to have that in our lives.

Also sorry for the next bit. I slipped on my focus skittles and it just sort of... fell out. I initially started this in the tags until I found out apparently there IS such a thing as a tag limit. I debated about just removing it entirely, but apparently the above sent me in a bit of a fandom squee, so it refuses to not post it. But also not making it less tag like because effort, and I do not have the braincells right now to make it less fandom rambly anyway.

but also also

we NEED to see all the ways Tim is trying to convince Bruce to read this

from random pages left around the mansion stuck in-between important documents and reports

to “accidental” moodboards or blurbs left on the big screen

or the audiobook popping up on any device able to make sounds up to and including the fridge

no doubt Jason helped with that

gleefully so

somehow the alarm clock that has no audio function still managed to switch its alarm to audiobook narration

even when unplugged

or the communicator “accidentally” switching to mid spicy scenes during patrols

if that happened right when Bruce was talking to Gordon or worse Clark well that's just a coincidence obviously

it's unconfirmed if this is how it spread to the league and beyond

Damian is NOT amused and may or may not be arranging some “accidents” for all his brothers

strictly non lethal obviously

probably

resulting in a VERY interesting dinner that Dick does NOT want to go to but can't escape

Jason might even consider tagging along for this one or at least find a way to film it somehow for future viewings

it's a full house that night

eventually someone probably Babs finds out that Bruce already read the whole thing either way before or as soon as Dick got hooked

he's not only working on fully financing the go-fund-me for you I mean the writer but also looking into starting up a MCAS research and aid foundation

because fuck this nonsense and fuck medical negligence not on his watch

he may have also been gently inquiring about acquiring some signed copies for his kids (and himself)

naturally Harley catches wind of it too because of course she does and drags the book home to Ivy

which in turn sparks an entire new wave of viral book sharing this time on the other side

signed copies are soon in high demand (your poor wrists)

but you're having a good time with it

it’s amusing how people suddenly keep asking you to address them to (in)famous people

you especially respect their commitment to the bit during follow up messages very fun

obviously Alfred was aware of of it all from moment go merely deciding not to comment unless asked

just glad that the latest family fixation is one less prone to property damage and grieves injuries he needs to patch up

he does take a few days off to take a trip back “home” though to quote deal with a few unresolved matters

he's gone to see a dentist

From what I've seen, I think the Batkids would like your book.

Hunger Pangs? You flatter me.

But also, yes thank you for this particular strain on self-indulgent brain rot. I am going to be absolutely abnormal about this.

I’d like to imagine Dick picks it up at an airport somewhere on his way back from a trip and becomes hooked on the “clever, pretty, jumps-from balconies-for-the-thrill-of-the-fall vampire and goes, “oh, same.”

The fact that it’s got a rugged, soldiery werewolf with a heart of gold who enforces self-care as a form of kink-play is also doing stuff to his brain. (That’s a thing? He can… he can ask someone for that? Who does he ask for that? It’s been weeks since he slept more than a few hours and ate more than cereal for dinner. Seriously, who does he ask? How much is it? He’s got money. He’ll pay.) The uh, the need for validation and the budding praise kink is also hitting a little too close to home.

As is “all powerful witch with the power to pick you up with her mind and throw you around like a rag doll.” (LiStEN, he spent a large chunk of his formative years surrounded by tight spandex suits, villains with sexy mind control pollen and getting kidnapped and tied up every other week. It’s not his fault he’s Like This.)

He’s not mad about it, though.

*

Babs catches him re-reading it during downtime. She’s not even that interested, more asking what it is to be polite, but the way Dick jumps and turns red, like he didn’t even realize she was in the room is… intriguing.

“I can see why you like it,” she says, several days later, casually drinking her coffee while Dick stares straight ahead, willing the floor to open up and swallow him whole. “Magic, politics. Saving the world from certain doom with the power of knowledge and ecological preservation.” She glances sideways at him. “Vlad’s got some interesting quirks.”

“Shut up.”

“Are we sure you’ve not been compromised?”

“Babs, I mean it.”

“Mean what?” Tim appears in the kitchen as though from nowhere, pouring a red bull into the coffee pot.

No one tries to stop him.

“Dick’s reading a new book,” Babs says, ignoring the murderous look Dick sends her way.

“Oh? What book? Is it any good?”

“Uh, yeah, uh.” Dick rubs at the back of his neck, glaring daggers at Babs as she rolls out of the room, cackling. “It’s uh, romance. Kind of silly actually…”

“Oh?”

Dick nods. “It’s got a vampire and a werewolf. Two guys. And a… well she’s just sort of magic. They break into a library to save the world from ecological disaster. They’re all bi. Together. Or they will be in the next book. This one’s more about the vampire and the werewolf getting together. Um...”

Tim’s gone very still in the way he does when his brain has caught hold of something and he’s absolutely about to let it consume him. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” Dick shrugs. “It’s got some kink in it,” he warns, not wanting to expose his younger brother to something he’s not ready for. Which is ludicrous because he’s Robin. And from the way Tim’s not drinking his ‘coffee’ he can tell this is only going to go one way no matter what he says. He brightens, remembering something. “But there’s, like, a non smutty version too? Or a less smutty version, I guess? I don’t know, I haven’t read it yet. I could, we could go to the bookstore, maybe stop at the art store too…”

“I’ll meet you in the car.”

*

“So,” Jason says, and Dick can already tell where this is going by the shit-eating grin on his face. “Vampires, huh? Or is it more the werewolves you’re into?”

“Who told you?” Dick bemoans. “Was it Babs?” He bets it was Babs. Fucking Babs.

“Oh, no one told me anything Boy Wonder. Tim found out the author has a go-fund-me for some medical shit that exceeded his monthly allowance and he’s been harassing Bruce to “fix it” for several days now. He’s down in the cave making a nuisance of himself right now. Apparently he quote “needs more of the bisexual monster books Dick told him about” unquote, and the author can’t do shit if she up and fucking dies because this country’s a fucking for-profit shit hole.”

Dick places his head in his hands. “Oh, God. Is Bruce mad? He’s mad, isn’t he?”

Jason shrugs. “Couldn’t tell you. Last I heard, Tim was playing him the audiobook over the bat computer to make his case.”

Dick let’s his head thump against the table. This is it. This is his villain origin story. He’s going to run away and join the Rogues. Or maybe he’ll go back to the Circus. Either option is better than the idea of having to meet Bruce’s eye later over the dinner table.

“Personally, I thought the plot was a little weak but the characters are compelling,” Jason says, sipping his herbal tea. “I liked the chill necromancer doctor. I feel like he’d be able to fix me.”

[stealingyourbones]

Your asks are back! Im prolly gonna send a few tomorrow bc its late and i have many idea but an idea that Wont Let Me Go:

Danny gets caught by his parents. They dissect him and jazz is the one to free him, but he has to go. Now. But where does he go?

Gotham. The drs fenton went there once and caused enough chaos to be banned from the city or else risk arkham. Its the one place they might not find him.

Danielle goes with him. Maybe shed hunkered down in gotham for a bit, maybe shes passing by amity when sht hits the fan. Either way, its her and danny. They figure it wont be too hard to get by. Break into an empty apartment and hide out there until they get caught, couldnt be too hard, right?

Too bad the building they go for is the one jason stays in, as a civillian, and hes got every apartment on his floor so that the risk of a neighbor seeing him as hood is minimal. Jason has to figure out how these kids got into the apartment and who is making them spy on red hood.

He does this by giving them the one thing kids in need cant afford to turn down- free meals. He invites them over to cook and teaches them how, both to see what hes dealing with and give them those skills once theyre out of whatever situation theyre in.

This goes on for a while before jason had the horrifying realization.

Hes turing into Bruce. Two kids in need with black hair and blue eyes who tense up when vigilantes are brought up? Hes never going to live this down. Probably frantically texts dick(?) About how hes turing into bruce and then doesnt elaborate

Unbeknowst to him, theyve secretly been "treating" him by acting as filters/replacing some of his extoplasm so he can be sure of his control over his feelings. This doesnt necessarily make him 100% calm all of the time, he still gets angry pretty easily, but. Jason gets control of himself back.

As they get closer they start being significantly more domestic. Somehow nobody has crashed jasons apartment while theyre there (they dip invisibly) and jasons relationship with bruce has improved as he no longer has to worry about pit rage taking over. Hes trying to figure out how to break the news to bruce that hes a grandfather even though he hasnt officially adopted them yet.

Dani, on the other side of town, is gossiping with a cool girl at the library named barbara about how shes been trying to figure out how to tell her neighbor that Hes Her Dad Now.

(Danny doesnt call him dad. He cant, anymore. But theyre still family)

Jason decides to introduce the topic of them meeting bruce (because 1. even though its still rocky their relationship has improved and 2. He wants it to be on his terms) and dani bursts out with the "I have a GRANDPA???????" and from there on commits to calling jason her dad and bruce (unmet) her grandpa.

Bruce meets them first and is just. In awe. He has grandchildren. His emotional constipation vs his absolute adoration of the fact hes a GRANDPARENT fight fight fight.

When danny and dani eventually meet everyone theyre all like oh sick bruce picked up a duo this time nice to meet you. And they absolutely cannot comprehend it when bruce and jason walk in and dani goes to jason first. Nobody expected jason to take on bruces adoption tendencies but they should have.

(Also fun hc i couldnt work in naturally but i do fully stand by- the ectoplasm in dannys body does affect his injuries somewhat, meaning he heals naturally very quickly from most ghost fights. Why?

It heales based on emotional healing.

He doesnt really care all too much about the average cut from one of his rogues and they heal within the day, but a hit from valerie takes a few weeks.

The first injury his parents ever gave him still hurts.

He can barely move and cant talk for the first few weeks with jason. Only once he starts feeling safe with him do the cuts start coming back together.)

The casualness of “hi so glad your asks came back” [drops at least 1k worth of fucking stellar content that’s basically a fic] is just making me truly awestruck. God I’ve missed seeing y’all’s neat ideas.

I dont have any words that I can say that could describe just how wonderful this is so I’ll write a lil addition to it instead because I am in love with this sm.

Jason’s point of view when he’s slowly getting better and isnt afraid to meet his family because of the pit rage, has he explained that’s the reason he distanced himself? Do the bats just think that this is simply Jason finally getting the courage to reach out? Do they know that the Pit rage is stopping Jason and do they try to help him by using alternative means of communication? How much do they help and understand.

When Jason experiences his first injury. How much does it hurt? Valerie shoots him with an ectogun. How much is this man in pain for and does he have to fight pit rage inside him to not lash out and attack her after being injured?

And how does his core react to his new kids. This I NEED to know

[kiyterra]

Since Bruce isn't Batman and has no idea his children are vigilantes, how does Jason's death occur in this universe? Does he die the same way and Bruce only finds out when Jason ends up in the hospital? Or does he die while he's not out as Robin? I need all the angst 😩

YES HI ANGST AMIRITE also (@blue-eli i kind of answer the first part of your ask here too! will get around to the rest of it soon :))

so the circumstances of jason's death in this au go kinda like this:

after a year with bruce, jason finds out that catherine wasn't his real mother, and ends up tracking his bio mother to ethiopia. he gets into a big fight with bruce and dick over this, but eventually bruce decides to let him go on the condition that he goes too, because he is NOT letting his kid go to a different country on a different continent alone. but he also understands jason's want to meet his real mother, he knows how important family is, and after the argument, jason had made it painfully clear that he did not truly consider bruce to be part of his. so he lets jason go and placates dick.

but somehow jason manages to run off without him, and bruce and dick both race to ethiopia after realizing. but when they arrive, they can't find anything, no sign of jason, nothing. its only after days of fruitless searching that bruce hears about an inexplicable warehouse explosion, and that there had been sightings of a boy matching jason's description around that area. bruce refuses to accept it. he refuses to believe that his boy had just wanted to see his real family and was instead caught in an explosion by chance. bruce takes weeks before he has to accept it.

he isnt the same when he returns, without a body. he breaks down after passing by jason's room, is reminded of his son, god his baby. he let jason go, he let him go and he got him killed.

dick is just as empty because god, now he knows that jason was in that warehouse in the middle of it, he knows that his little brother had died in pain, he knows and he hates himself for not preventing it. behind the scenes he looks all he can into what happened in ethiopia, and he connects it all back to joker, and he hates, he hates, he hates so much. he wants that psychopath dead. he wants him to suffer.

both he and bruce are stuck in a dark cycle of rage and despondecy respectively, but its one day, when bruce looks over at dick during dinner and sees just how haggard his son looks, how similar he looks to the angry lost boy he first took in, he exceeds past the levels of heartbreak he thought he could feel for his children. he needed to be the pillar for dick right now, despite it all.

so when dick sees bruce offer to go to his favorite ice cream place one day, sees his dad make the continued effort for dick's happiness and comfort despite how much bruce was hurting too, the fog clears a little. the two of them are there for one another, and its at a snails pace, but as more kids join the family, they start to heal and talk about jason again.

but still, the thought of him always stays. and one day that thought bursts and blooms back to life.

literally.

[croutonconfidential]

thinking of danny phantom aus and just headcanon stuff

pomegranate rules: eat enough ectoplasm/become contaminated enough and you will be stuck in the ghost zone(yall come get your Persephone hades au)

frozen au: Elsa! Danny and Anna!Jaz, Danny at his coronation as ghost king accidentally does some stuff that jeopardizes the kingdom out of pure anxious nerves

what if clockwork had a human alter ego and his sole income would be from predicting lottery numbers and stock prices making him practically the god of wall street, no one wants to play poker with him and he does palm reading on the side just for fun as a treat (only he can't read palms but as a time ghost he literally is omnipotent barring time stream altering events, now if only he would give clear advice and not cryptic sestinas)

pirate and merman au: mermaid shifter Danny, his parents are still scientists and want to study 'the humanoid fish monsters' only this is like the eighteenth century so their tools are just nominal torture devices and to escape he stows away on a ship, but it sinks, but he turns into a mermaid and lives! there he meets other mermaids and deep sea creatures but they don't like him for being only half a mermaid. it takes a while and meeting both jerks and nice people in equal measure but eventually he learns to embrace a piece of his identity fully. skip forward to 'x' amount of time later and he finds out that his sister set sail to find him but somehow became a pirate along the way. they meet and they talk there's feelings everywhere and Danny after so long just being a mermaid finds balance as a mermaid shifter with a foot on the sand and one in the tide but never far from either

coffee shop au: dan must do community service as a means to make up for his crimes, it's in the form of a coffee shop (somehow)(don't question it). but apparently he gets a little too into it and when someone asks why he's still there his response is 'what do you mean I've completed my community service years ago?' so in the end he's just some ghost with a magic coffee shop that shows up everywhere(maybe across dimensions even cough cough dcxdp crossover nudge nudge cough cough)

funny summons scenarios: one book said the summoner needed two hundred cursed idols arranged in a circle, they use Furbys and it works. Danny is terrified when he sees where he is and as a consequence his eldritch powers affect the electronics within the dolls and sets them on fire which terrifies him even more. it's a vicious cycle that only ends until he's burned them down into slag

dcxdp de-aged Danny: somehow Danny is de-aged maybe it was some accident from when Danny was helping clockwork clean his house or something, or maybe the Fenton parents made an ectoplasmic vacuum and sucked away some of Danny's ectoplasm causing his body to use its remaining mass to stabilize itself by making him a kid again. and it will be too hard to explain so cue jazz running away to Gotham with Lil Danny so their parents don't dissect him because this kid can't hide his powers for the half-life of him. and somehow she bumps into Talia or Bruce (take your pick) they hit it off while talking about kids and somehow it ends up as a scheduled playdate while Jaz also somehow becomes eligible for more programs (totally not through the good-hearted intentions of a super-secret assassin or gothic detective.)

dpxdc childhood rivalries: the Fentons went to college with this guy named bruce it was a shame he left so soon into the school year but they got on really well and even stayed in touch on and off through the years which led to lots of playdates between their families. but in dicks case he was a circus kid he could do a heckabunch of stuff and jazz even when being much younger had a competitive streak a mile wide it was a lighthearted competition but they both knew there could only be one victor. only Danny at the time just thought it was regular fighting, he and Jason had a sword fight only they used the antiques off the wall (Alfred was very displeased). by the time Tim came around the Fentons had fallen out of contact for a bit but eventually they go introduced to Tim hew as nice but between college student Jaz fourteen and a half Danny that still had to come to terms with half dying it wasn't great but it was a fun summer eventually. it's a Fenton Wayne family rivalry at this point and when Damian comes along and hears about it trust me when I say that it has been on site ever since. Danny drinking his coffee? stabbed. only for his opponent to either bend out of the way or just walk away just before he stabs Danny and Danny just says 'nice swing'. Danny sitting on the couch in the library reading a book? he's dropping down from the curtains only to be snatched up like a kitten and shown memes on Danny's phone instead. and when Bernard comes into the picture just witnessing all these feats of skill and ingenuity, and this is it. this is what makes him think that 'oh god these guys could be the batclan but wait whos this guy then?' Bernard searches but gets nothing and at the point where he just asks Danny to his face about which vigilante he is, and the response? "oh that was like three or four years ago, I'm retired don't tell anyone though my secrets is so illegal and dangerous you don't even want to know' and best of all is the Fentons, they are all clueless. they have no idea that the Wayne family is the batclan. it's a surprise to Danny but the thing is that he can't even consider it after all dick screamed at finding a caterpillar in his hair, Jason sneezes like a kitten and sure he might have the rage to put ten heads in a duffel bag but that dude? no, he gets sympathy pain from the tiniest things, it was like he was the one getting stitches rather than Danny after their failed sword fight. and Tim Tim? the guy that drowns in his oatmeal and once he gets to his eighth red bull starts speaking in ones and zeros? no none of these people could be vigilantes at all. and don't even think about saying bruce is batman the 'butts match' was a shitpost eight years ago and no one wanted to talk about bruce's butt, especially after the incident of '98 there was so much blood, also Danny remembers bruces thirty-second birthday, it was an escape room and the only way they all got out was through complete dumbassery and somehow abandoning their left socks, not. a single brain cell was used that day

[visionofhope04]

Hii I was lowkey wondering if you would do something maybe like a one shot of neglected where reader is older (18-20) and dipped out of the house and became a singer and one of her songs basically exposed them for how they treated reader and in like an interview she full on tells them how she doesn’t even talk to them and like only Jason

This is literally perfect. I love this idea! I was planning on making a singer batsis reader anyway so here you go! I'll be making this part 4 of the series instead of a one shot. There’s a bit of angst. Btw, thanks so much for your support everyone! I'm glad you enjoy this series! Feel free to request anything you'd like besides smut as well!

This is the longest thing I have ever written so there will be a part 5. I planned on this being the last part but it's just so much. It’s not proofread and neither are all of the other parts because I post at 1 am most of the time lol. Hope you like it!

f/n = friend name

Y/G/N = your group name

N/S = news station

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Current) Part 5

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You were sick of it. Sick of how even after confronting them about how you felt and almost dying because of it, they still neglected you. You couldn't wait to move out at the age of 18, even if it proved to be a struggle. You had taken mini jobs since you turned 15 and saved up since then. You just couldn't see them anymore as it would remind you of how they treated you that day at that hospital. None of them apologized either. They just pretended it never happened and continued to ignore you. The media had a field day with speculation of what had happened but eventually stopped because Bruce had claimed it was “just a bad case of the flu” which they believed.

Jason was always the only one that would talk to you. He was the only one that actually cared enough to make sure you were taking proper care of yourself and that you wouldn't have a repeat of what happened. He took you places, spent time with you and gave you advice. You even had a tradition where you'd always meet up at the manor's library every week at the same time that same day every week and just have a mini book club together. He always made time for you and never bailed on you.

So on your 18th birthday, he helped you move out. You managed to rent a small apartment in Star City with the money you had saved up. It wasn’t that close to the manor which was a good thing. The neighborhood wasn’t good but it wasn’t as bad as Gotham’s neighborhoods so you would be fine. You could handle yourself with your assassin training if needed. You also managed to get hired at a cafe which was about a five minutes walking distance from your apartment.

It had taken a while but eventually, you had packed all of your belongings into color coded containers and moved them into Jason’s car with his help. You didn’t say goodbye to anyone as you had no friends to say bye to and you knew that your so called “family” couldn’t care less about what you did with your life. ‘This is it, hopefully the last time I’ll ever be near this place.’ You thought. You didn’t plan on stepping foot in Gotham ever again after you left. It would bring back too many memories you prefer to keep buried away deep inside your mind.

The car ride to Star City was entertaining. You and Jason conversed the whole time, telling jokes and listening to his funny tales with the radio playing softly in the background. Eventually, a song you both loved came on and you both started yell-singing along to the lyrics. You wished those moments could be permanent. You were both so carefree and nothing else mattered besides having fun and enjoying yourselves.

You now stood in the doorway of your new apartment, admiring your new home. Jason and yourself had just finished unpacking all of your belongings. You really liked how it looked and thought you both did an amazing job at designing the place perfectly according to your style. Jason, unfortunately, had to leave in order to avoid raising suspicions. Once you both said your byes, he left you to your apartment.

Jason drove back home in silence. He hated to admit it but he would miss you dearly. You were always there for him and helped him with anything. You tried your best to always comfort him and make him feel better on his darkest days and it would always work. Somehow you seemed to always have the right words to say or knew exactly what to do to help him. Out of everyone he was closest to you. He assumed it was because he could relate to you the most. More so how you felt. He’d felt like the black sheep of the family before you came, and he was. When you came, you took that role from him. It pained him to see how much their insults would affect you, even if you were good at hiding it. He could just tell.

Jason made it back to the manor after a while and went straight to the library. He didn't want to deal with the others. After the whole hospital situation, he'd never really bother interacting with them. He hated how they treated you as if you didn’t exist and hated how much pain they had caused you and that they didn’t even care. He guessed that they'd probably be doing something for Damian's birthday and forgot that you were his twin. They probably couldn’t even remember that Damian had a twin.

He made it to the library and pulled out one of his favorite books. He’d read it so many times you’d often joke that he could probably recite the whole book by heart at this point. Sitting down in a chair, he started to read. However, he couldn’t bring himself to stop thinking about what it would’ve been like if they treated you how they did Damian. The both of you were Bruce’s real children. You both even looked like clones of him! At first, Jason thought you would’ve been the favorite twin due to your personality. Even though you were twins, your personalities were polar opposites. You even refused to kill! You were trained by the League so why didn’t you kill as Damian did?

Jason knew you would benefit them greatly if you joined. You had self control, didn’t kill, could act perfectly, lie perfectly, do well under pressure, and not to mention your skills. Being raised by the League may have been torture, but you managed to gain incredible skills out of it. You could take on at least ten guys who doubled you in size and beat them within five minutes. You even bested Damian in spars and he was supposedly dubbed the “better twin” by Talia, so why hadn’t they let you join their nightly crusades like they had let Damian when the both of you first arrived?

Damian passed by your room but noticed something was off. He decided to take a look. He twisted the doorknob and pushed. The room which was once occupied by you now looked extremely plain and bare, stripped of all of its accessories. The only things left were the bed itself, multiple dressers, and a vanity. It looked as if it had been vacant the whole time. It might as well have been. Damian couldn’t really remember what it had looked like since he’s never paid much mind to it but he could tell there was a drastic difference. He knew that you disliked just leaving your room plain unlike himself and wanted at least something to make it look less boring.

He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. Had you finally been kicked out by Bruce? Did you get shipped off to a boarding school like he had been suggesting to your father for years? He decided to go ask. He exited the room and closed the door behind him, taking off for Bruce’s office. Walking down the hall, he suddenly remembered that he had seen you leave with Jason. This meant that you were not at a boarding school like he had originally thought. But then why was your room vacant?

Instead of going to see Bruce, he decided to go see Jason and bring up the matter with him instead. He changed directions and headed to the library where he knew he’d find Jason. It was no secret that Jason was a book worm so Damian had a fifty percent chance of finding him there.

He entered the library and was immediately greeted with the sight of Jason sitting comfortably on a chair, legs crossed with a book opened in his hands. Jason didn’t bother to look up from his book as he spoke.

“What do you want Demon Spawn?”

“I’ve come to obtain the whereabouts of my sister.”

“You mean my sister?”

“She’s not your sister!” Damian exclaimed.

“Well I act more like a brother than you do.”

“Where is Y/N? Her whole room is bare.”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Just tell me, you imbecile!” Damian said, growing increasingly frustrated by Jason’s blunt answers.

“She’s not here.”

“Then where is she?”

“Not here.”

“Just tell me already Todd, I have no time for your foolish games!”

“She moved out.” Jason said, giving in.

“What?! Where.” Damian demanded.

“Why would I tell you?”

“Because I demand to know!”

“Okay and?”

“Tell me!”

“No.”

“Why not!”

“Because you don’t even care.”

“And you do?”

“Yes, I actually do Damian! I’m there for her when she needs me the most. I’m there for her while she’s watching you live the perfect life that she’s just a background character in! While you and the others ignore that she even exists! I’m there for her when she breaks down and has panic attacks! And what were you all doing to try and help her? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” Jason snapped.

“Y/N’s fine, I know my twin!” Damian screamed.

“Do you even know what her favorite color is?” Jason questioned in a harsh tone.

“...” Was Damian’s reply.

“Exactly! You don’t! You and the others have never cared about her, so why all of a sudden do you care now? You don’t know anything about her so don’t act like you do!” Jason then stood up and walked out of the room in a fit of rage.

Damian stood there, shocked. Had Jason just refused to answer his question? He was about to follow him but decided against it. Why was Damian going to chase Jason down just for her? She was just an annoyance, a mistake, imperfect. He had been wanting to get rid of her for so long, so why doesn’t he feel relieved? Why does he feel guilty? He decided to stop dwelling on it and get on with life. He figured it would happen eventually if it hadn’t happened then.

---

It had been a year since that day. The day you left your old life behind and started a new life, a better one. One where you weren’t constantly ignored. One where you actually had more than one person care about you. Instead of seeing yourself as a failure and disappointment, you now saw yourself as an amazing person (which you always were). You had been going to a community college in Star City. You made many friends there and started up a music career with three of them.

Their names were f/n, f/n and f/n. You all started off by taking random gigs anywhere you could. You performed covers of songs and would receive standing ovations all the time. Seeing as your group was well liked, you decided to write and produce your own songs. At the age of 19, Y/G/N released their first album. It went viral within a day and everyone was talking about it. After a week, several articles were posted, praising your work. News Stations talked about all the records Y/G/N managed to break. People started to stream it like crazy, and you couldn’t be happier with all the positive feedback you were receiving.

You had been a Wayne once, meaning you had experience in dealing with the media. Since you had already been used to it, you knew you’d all eventually be invited to interviews. So, when you had received an email stating how N/S wanted a one on one interview with you, you weren’t sure how to feel. You weren’t looking forward to interviews with your whole group, let alone one where you would be alone. You knew how unfiltered interviewers could be and didn’t feel comfortable with it.

However, you decided it would be best to go. So here you were, sitting in front of the interviewer in an uncomfortable chair preparing for the interview to start. You had somehow managed to keep a smile plastered on your face the entire time while you were a nervous wreck on the inside. You hoped none of the questions would be sexist as they usually were towards women. However, you had no more time to think about that. You heard clicking, signaling that you were about to go live. Once you heard the last click, you knew you were live and the interview had begun.

“Hello everyone, welcome back to N/S. My name is Jerald Tangleberry and I’m here today with songwriter, singer, and celebrity, Y/N Wayne! How are you?”

You waved to the camera and then answered, “Hello everyone! I’m doing good, how about you?”

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking! So by now I’d assume everyone knows that you’ve released an album with your group. How does it feel to gain more fame?”

“It doesn’t feel any different. Fame wasn’t our goal when we released the album. It was to express ourselves.”

“Mhm, well Ms. Wayne, what inspired you to write songs?”

“Well we know people may be in a tough spot in their life right now and want them to know they aren’t alone.”

“That’s so true. Some fans have been speculating that every member has three songs that specifically relate to them since there are twelve songs in total and three of the songs have the same group member as the introduction part of the song. Is this true?”

“Yes, it is true.”

“So all three of your songs relate to family issues of some sort. Is that hinting that you have family issues?”

“Yes, actually. My family isn’t the best. They ignored me all the time, even when they weren't busy. The only person who didn’t was Jason.”

“You’re saying it in the past tense.”

“I moved out about a year ago. When I was around 14, I suffered from anorexia. My family would always ignore me since they were either busy doing work or hanging out with each other. The only family member that acknowledged me was Jason. I assumed it was because there was something wrong with me. I started to hate myself so much to the point of starvation. One day, I passed out right before a gala and my oldest brother Dick found me passed out on the floor. They took me to the hospital and when I woke up, Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian started fussing about how I’d ruin their image if the media knew what actually happened. They started to yell at me and told me how I was a useless burden. I started to have a panic attack so I kicked them out. Jason stayed behind with me and comforted me. Ever since then I made a planed to save enough money so I could move out when I turned 18, which I did.”

“Oh, wow. So Jason was the only one who interacted with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Looks like the Wayne family isn’t as perfect as they seem.”

“No family is actually perfect.”

“Did your family try contacting you at all after they found out about Y/G/N?”

“Not yet. They’re probably too busy or don’t care.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright, I got over it. What’s the next question.”

“Oh-” He cleared his throat and continued the interview. (So basically I don’t wanna bore you all lol)

---

Jason had woken up late into the afternoon that day. Patrol that morning had exhausted him. There was a huge breakout at Arkham they had assisted with. They successfully locked up every escapee, so today, Jason just wanted to relax until it would be time for patrol again. Even though he was exhausted, he knew he couldn’t take a break. The others wouldn’t and it would be unfair to them if he did.

He headed over to his couch with his phone and a bowl of popcorn in hand, ready to watch random movies the entirety of the day. He set down his phone on the coffee tables and grabbed the TV remote. When he turned on the TV, he almost dropped the popcorn and remote. You were sitting on a chair, giving an award winning smile while you politely answered the man’s questions. He was baffled. He didn’t know why you were being interviewed, let alone on TV at all! You made it clear you didn’t want to have any relations with your family any longer and you couldn’t stand publicity, so what were you doing?

He placed the bowl down and snatched his phone off the table. Unlocking his phone, he quickly dialed your phone number. However, he realized that the interview was live and that he would be interrupting it if he called you then. Deciding to wait, he placed his phone back down, picked up the bowl, and then got comfortable.

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[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

This Game of Yours

Father of Mine – Part 1 and Part 2

Jason was beautiful.

And somehow that scar that went from the right corner of his mouth up to his temple only made him that much more beautiful to Y/N.

Those blue eyes were the same color of water on a stormy day in the Irish sea. And somehow Y/N knew they held the same tempestuousness.

The white streak weaved with his jet black hair so naturally that Y/N would’ve believed he was born with it.

His shoulders were so broad, making his 6’3 height feel even more imposing. He had a presence. People noticed every time he walked into a room. It made Y/N wonder how he was ever able to sneak up on people as Red Hood.

He was wearing a black hoodie underneath his black moto jacket.

Y/N knew Jason didn’t give a shit about fashion. Yet he was well-dressed without any effort – more so than most of the models Y/N had shot throughout her career.

Not being able to control herself any longer, Y/N raised her camera and took a photo.

Jason stopped surveying their surroundings and his gaze snapped to her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” 

But his growl didn’t scare her in the slightest.

“Anyone who’s by me when I have a camera is at risk of getting their picture taken. No one is safe. Not even you,” she answered his question unapologetically.

Y/N was working on a personal passion project for her next show. Her collection would be about the poverty and crime of Gotham. Half of the photos would show the heaviest crime areas of the city. And the other half would expose the lifestyles of the wealthiest people in Gotham.

Why did so many suffer from the same system that helped the rich get even richer?

When Bruce found out Y/N was going to Crime Alley and the Bowery by herself, he was visibly upset.

But he realized that Y/N would do as she pleased, so his plan b was to give her protective detail.

However, Y/N didn’t know that Jason had volunteered, almost immediately.

Instead, all she heard was Jason grimly telling her, “You’re lucky you haven’t been fucking murdered yet.”

She had only responded with a roll of her eyes.

“I’m not your escort so you can take my picture. I’m here so you don’t get raped or murdered.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a way with words?”

His only response was a glare.

Jason loved playing this game. The game of pretending to be irritated with her when actually he was absolutely infatuated with Y/F/N Y/L/N.

“The easiest way to stop getting your picture taken is to always be the one holding the camera,” Y/N added with a smirk and wink.

Jason didn’t answer, only thinking what a shame it was that no one got to photograph her.

Suddenly, the sunlight hit the top of his head perfectly, creating a halo around that thick and messy hair of his.

Y/N snapped another photo.

“Will you stop?” He warned.

It only succeeded in making her laugh.

And that just excited his heart even more.

“Jason, you were born to get your photo taken.” 

There was no joke underneath her words, only sincerity.

“Whatever,” he mumbled.

Jason had a hard time believing that. His skin was riddled with scars. And he was convinced that she’d be singing a different song if she saw his chest, with its thick autopsy scar amongst the so many others. The absolute last word he’d use to describe himself was beautiful. Strong and imposing? Yes. But never beautiful – or any other positive adjective, for that matter.

“I’m not kidding. If you ever want to stop the whole vigilante thing, you can easily become a model.”

Y/N had noticed it as soon as Jason took of his helmet that night. His domino mask had done nothing to prevent her from noting the obvious.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to realize Jason wasn’t like his “brothers.”

“Brothers.” What a strange word.

Should she consider all of them as hers?

Only Damian was actually related to her – and technically he was only her half-brother.

Y/N had watched Jason get on his motorcycle and leave the cave that night she’d almost died.

She’d agreed to stay for dinner and get to know everyone. And a part of her brain was excited to get a better read on the masked man that sat by her bedside as she’d recovered.

“He’s not staying?” Y/N had asked Bruce as he guided her to the stairs that led back up to the manor.

He only shook his head, but she noticed the disappointed expression.

Soon she found out that Jason was the black sheep of this strange family that had taken her in.

Dick was the one who told her about Jason���s dark past. All of it seemed unbelievable: murdered by Joker and brought back to life from a mysterious pit. Only to return to the family who appeared to have replaced him and never sought vengeance on Jason’s behalf. 

But it was true; Y/N had seen no lie in Dick’s eyes when he filled her in.

Suddenly there was yelling coming from around the corner.

Without hesitation, Jason shoved Y/N behind him.

He reached for one of his guns and then realized that he didn’t have any.

Y/N was rather vocal about hating them, claiming they made her extremely uncomfortable.

Her expression alone as she said it was enough for Jason to swallow his stubbornness and leave the things at home.

Bruce was rather taken aback by the gesture. Nothing he’d ever said was enough to get Jason to do that.

A gang of young men came marching around the corner like they owned the place…because they did. This was their territory.

Jason immediately recognized them as some of the Russian mob.

Despite pulling Y/N behind him, they still caught sight of her and looked her up and down without an ounce of shame.

“Hey, beautiful. How you doing?”

“Продолжай идти, придурки,” Jason growled at them.

He was outnumbered. But there must’ve been something about his body language that made the gang realize they shouldn’t pick a fight with him. Maybe it was the muscles or his height or that he looked like he wouldn’t even blink before murdering them.

So they just…walked away. Some of them mumbled threats or insults at him. But they realized they shouldn’t even so much as look at Y/N.

A split second before they were gone, Y/N took a picture of Jason.

“Really?” He asked.

She shrugged. “You look like a different person when you’re protective.”

Y/N was beautiful.

Jason watched as she passionately explained her work to a potential buyer.

He recognized the man as a local politician – luckily, one of the few that hadn’t been corrupted from this shitty city.

Y/N had the intimidating energy of her father, but the kind eyes of her mother. At least, that was what Bruce had told everyone, and they all took his word for it.

She wore a stylish white jumpsuit that made her look like a 1980s villain and black stiletto heels. 

Jason watched as men cowered in her presence, hating the fact that she proudly stood taller than them. She was just one less woman they could intimidate or manipulate – and they couldn’t stand it.

But Jason loved watching the emasculation in real time.

The bastards didn’t deserve her anyway.

Dick was one of the very few men Jason knew who didn’t blink at a woman towering over him. In fact, his older brother had a track record of preferring it.

“Surprised to see you here,” Bruce said beside him, catching Jason watching Y/N.

“Well, I was her personal bodyguard through all this. Figured I should see if it was worth me wasting my time or not.” Then he tossed back his champagne and slammed it on the tray of a waiter passing by. “Plus, free alcohol.”

Bruce just quirked an eyebrow, silently telling Jason that he knew he was lying.

“Are you buying something?” Jason asked, trying to change the subject.

“I have been strictly forbidden,” Bruce sighed.

Jason chuckled.

He knew if Bruce had his way, he’d buy every single on of Y/N’s pieces.

“I have to know,” Bruce began. “What exactly is holding you back?”

Jason finally ripped his gaze away from Y/N to give Bruce a questioning look.

“What are you talking about?”

“Y/N. You care about her.”

“All of us do,” Jason brushed off. “Even the demon spawn.”

Bruce knew there wasn’t a chance Jason would admit his feelings – especially to him.

“Not that I think you care…but you have my approval.”

Little did Bruce know, Jason did care.

Jason had convinced himself that their rocky relationship and past fights meant that Bruce would die before he let Jason be anywhere near his daughter.

And Jason could hardly blame him.

He didn’t deserve to be loved. He lost that right after he died and came back a monster. And that was the story Jason told himself over and over again.

So he would love Y/N from afar. And hope she would pick someone who was worthy of her love.

“She’s basically my sister,” Jason groaned in fake disgust.

It was quite the performance.

Bruce narrowed his eyes. “We both know that isn’t what’s stopping you. And you’ve made it clear you don’t consider us your family.”

“Whatever, Bruce.”

Jason walked away, having enough of the subject.

“What was that about?” Clark asked as he joined Bruce’s side.

“Jason refusing to let himself be happy,” Bruce sighed.

Clark already knew what Bruce was talking about. He’d seen Y/N and Jason dancing around each other for months now. He’d never really seen Y/N take an interest in anyone before, so it was all new for Clark.

“Don’t worry. Y/N won’t let him get away with it for much longer,” Clark said through a smirk. “She gets what she wants.”

And Bruce believed him.

“It doesn’t bother you – the two of them together?” Clark asked with genuine curiosity.

“Jason reminds me every day that I’m not his father. And I’m hardly Y/N’s.” A soft smile formed on Bruce’s lips. “He’ll look after her. And she…I think she’d be good for him. I just want them to be happy. Both of them.”

——

Jason headed home rather early.

He’d never actually went to say congratulations or even hello to Y/N.

Every time he was about to go over, someone else stole her attention. He didn’t want to get in the way of her talking to potential buyers or even just friends.

Jason was just about to make himself something to eat when there was a knock at his door.

He froze.

Very few people knew where his apartment was.

Jason grabbed a gun and tiptoed to his front door.

With a peak through the peephole, he let out a irritated sigh.

Jason whipped the door open, “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot your head off.”

“Maybe don’t own guns and you wouldn’t have to worry about shit like that,” Y/N snapped back.

“What are you doing here?”

“You come to my gallery opening and don’t even say hi?” Y/N accused as she stepped around him and into the apartment, not waiting for an invitation.

Jason eyed the paper bag that was in one of her hands.

“By all means, come on in,” he called sarcastically as he slammed the door behind her.

Y/N started searching through his cabinets. “Where are your glasses?”

“The one to your right. What are you doing here?”

Y/N had the brightest and almost mischievous smile as she pulled a bottle of champagne from the paper bag.

“I brought this as my thanks for you making sure I don’t – and I quote – ‘get raped and murdered.’”

Jason glared at her.

Here was the game again.

Y/N being charming and hilariously provoking..and Jason pretending like he hadn’t fallen for her.

She poured them both a glass. They weren’t flutes or coupes, but she couldn’t care less.

“We’re chugging these, by the way,” Y/N informed Jason as she handed him a glass.

He sighed, but obediently clinked his glass with hers and tossed it back.

Barely giving them a second, Y/N immediately refilled them.

“So, why didn’t you come over and say hi?” She repeated.

“Didn’t want to bother you,” Jason mumbled with a shrug.

She narrowed her eyes at his answer. “You’ve never bothered me before, Jason.”

Now he felt guilty.

Jason bowed his head. “I should’ve come and talked to you,” he agreed. “Your work…it looked – it’s amazing, Y/N. Congratulations.”

Apparently Y/N hadn’t expected such a sincere compliment from him, and she was stunned to silence.

“Thank you,” she managed to whisper once she’d recovered.

She cleared her throat, trying to maintain her edge. “And really…thank you for being my own little security detail.”

If Jason was healthy about expressing is thoughts and feelings, he would’ve told her that it was the highlight of his weeks. That he looked forward to her calls or texts, telling him that she was going to photograph another shady area. “Be there or don’t. I’m going no matter what,” she’d text him with her usual snark.

But Jason didn’t express his thoughts and feelings.

He kept them bottled up – with the same energy he used to keep Y/N at a distance.

So instead, Jason said, “If it wasn’t me, one of the others would’ve done it.”

Y/N winced slightly at that.

‘You’re such a fucking asshole,’ Jason told himself.

“You know…we can see each other even you’re not my bodyguard.”

Jason was impressed by her boldness. But she didn’t know what she was doing. She didn’t understand that he wasn’t good. He couldn’t play the loving boyfriend role. She belonged with someone like Dick or Clark – or literally anyone but him. And Jason was willing to be an asshole to make sure she understood that.

Y/N took a step closer to him, invading his personal space.

Without breaking eye contact, she threw back her second glass of champagne and then placed it on the nearest counter space.

She stepped even closer.

This was simultaneously Jason’s worst nightmare and most desired dream.

Her eyes moved from his eyes to his lips.

But before she could make her final push, Jason took a step back and cleared his throat.

He looked down at the ground as he said, “You should go.”

When he looked up, he expected to find Y/N heartbroken or embarrassed.

But she was neither.

No. She looked irritated.

Not because she wasn’t getting what she wanted, but because she was sick of his games.

Y/N sighed and stepped back. “Fine.”

Jason rubbed his face in frustration as she grabbed her purse and started for the door she had walked through only minutes ago.

She opened it and paused.

“You know what? No. Fuck that,” Y/N snapped before slamming the door closed.

She whipped around and strutted back to him with purpose.

Jason was suspended with both fervor and awe.

Y/N grabbed his face and pulled him down to her lips.

All self control went out the window. Jason couldn’t continue his game. It was all over for him.

He kissed her back almost immediately. How could he not?

Y/N bit his lip slightly, making him hiss in surprise. It was his punishment for making her wait all this time.

Eventually they needed a moment to breathe.

But Y/N didn’t let go of his face when their lips finally parted.

“Choose your next words very carefully,” she breathed.

He swallowed nervously. “You’re kind of fucking terrifying. You know that?”

Her smile was pure evil.

Apparently this was the right response.

“Are you done being an idiot?” She asked.

He nodded quickly.

Her hands moved down and then lingered on his neck, tracing the bottom lines of his jaw.

She smiled again and then looked him up and down.

“What?” He questioned.

“Nothing,” she laughed. “I’m just…I’m not used to being shorter than men.”

“Is that the only reason you like me? Huh? My height?” Jason goaded.

“Of course not,” Y/N scoffed. “It was the whole ‘I look like I could murder everyone and I can, but deep down I’m a big softie’ that did it for me.”

Jason’s grip tightened on her waist. “Oh, yeah? You’re one to talk…”

“Me?!” She yelped. “I couldn’t kill anyone, even if my life depended on it.”

“Maybe. But your terrifying in basically every other way.”

Y/N laughed at that.

Jason couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the sound

“So…still want me to leave?” She asked.

And this time, she would if that’s really what he wanted.

“Fuck no,” Jason answered, almost threateningly.

Then, for good measure, he picked her up by the back of her thighs and carried her to the couch, before he started to kiss her once again.

Y/N knew things weren’t always going to be this simple.

Jason had his demons. 

And honestly, so did she. They were nothing like his. And maybe they were silly in comparison. But she wouldn’t be the perfect partner. Just like he wouldn’t be. 

They’d drive each other crazy. But it would be the good kind of crazy.

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+ Childhood

[kaocat-tatatat]

DC Writers not use child abuse for shock value challenge (impossible)

Even if your favourite character isn't Dick, the fact that this keeps happening (mainly to him, if I'm not mistaken) but then almost never brought up again apart from a few lines where they forgive each other like in the Court of Owls story (and I think one where Dock said he hit first? I can't remember that one specifically though) is so annoying and imo it's poor writing. You can't make a show of an element like this where it would pretty significantly effect their relationship but then just never deal with it, because then what was the point of having it in the first place? If we are not supposed to assume that they've dealt with it/made up offscreen (because that's lazy writing) I have to assume that it's not addressed in universe either, which COULD be an interesting way to then write about it, as it is realistic to how it happens with the way people repress it as a one time thing (even if it happens more than once), and force themselves to move on even if they are still deeply hurt- while the parent figure forgets it even happens at all/keeps letting their emotions get the better of them and failing to improve. It'd be a really good way to write and develop their relationship and could then link into more aspects of their character and relationship with others.....

But it almost never happens! Not in any meaningful capacity, anyway. **it has been attempted to be addressed at certain times, for example the latest comic arc with Zur-an-arth, but not explicitly. Its done in more abstract terms rather than directly, and the small times it is addressed when it is directly mentioned, the way its dealt with is done to various levels of success (see: Jason instantly forgiving Bruce for the Fear toxin procedure thing, I get in context it was more like a mind control situation, but its a really good example of this problem, that and the talk between Bruce and Dick at the end of the Court of Owls book that mentions Bruce punching Dick in the face, again I understand it was to punch the tooth with the owl o it or whatever, but their are at least 5 different things Bruce could have done to shoe Dick the tooth without punching him and somehow managing to knock the exact one out??? I'm not so much mad about it as I am confused about why the hell would that be the solution you'd come up with lmao it's almost funny how unnecessary that punch was)

I'm not even saying you have to chose between a good dad or bad dad Bruce, but if your gonna put it in there, deal with it! Use it as character development as I think it could be used for a lot of interesting stories and plot points that would not only actually address it properly (which would be good in of itself) but like I said previously, it could really bring a lot of introspection into characters and their development, which could do a lot for certian characters at the moment.

Conversely, if they aren't going to deal with it, then they should just stop putting it in there. Bruce is not that great of a parent ignoring the physical abuse already, so its not like we'd really be missing anything considering it never goes resolved or even mentioned most of the time anyways. Its like they feel the need to prove Bruce's flaws in the most obvious way possible, it its done so poorly it feels more like shock value or shoehorned in to add drama or tension. Like, DC, you've provided more than enough evidence of the fact that this man, while he loves his children, fails as a father from time to time, on multiple occasions. You don't need to try and add anything else to 'prove' it, it's already evident in the way he's written regardless. That's assuming of course it's supposed to mean anything in the first place, which considering it's almost immediately forgotten and never brought up again, makes me think it's isn't.

Basically, DC is trying to have its cake and eat it too by having these elements written into the stories but not really addressed properly, either just cause other writers don't want to have to deal with them, or because they're for raising the stakes in a story or whatever- and that and it ruins a lot of their comics and ignores a lot of story potential.

This is like the 5th essay post I've done about this but I will always, ALWAYS, hate how Bruce is written hitting his kids like this. I get people think of Bruce as a parent in different ways, but I personally will always dislike it as an element in the story, and I just don't see why they have to put it in. It never adds anything meaningful and it lessens my enjoyment for a story sometimes, and since they never do anything with it I'd rather they'd stop doing it entirely.

The thing about that scene is that it's never brought up outside of Dick's story.

Bruce never gets any flack from anyone from this in-universe because that happened with no one else around and out-of-universe because Bruce is written by different writers who have different ideas about Bruce's parenting which is fine in itself but so frustrating when your favorite character is Dick.

He's being blamed for a child's death, kicked out and hit while having a broken leg and we are just supposed to move away from that ?

And the problem becomes even more frustrating when there are other instances where Bruce is straight up abusive to Dick in canon and they do the same things again, and never talk about the fact that Bruce hit Dick again.

I'm still bitter about the Nightwing (2016) issue 40 and the Court of Owl stuff, like...why was that even necessary if you are not going to do something with it both times.

[nitewrighter]

Headcanons for Robin/Nightwing and Starfire’s future in the animated series?

>If we're assuming they got together after "Trouble In Tokyo" I imagine they'd be together for about... two to three years. During this time Robin finally has the confidence to put on the mantle of Nightwing and move away from being Robin, but also something's still off.

>Like the thing about 03 Robin/Nightwing, at least in my interpretation, is that he's going to continue to be a hot-headed over-competitive asshole consumed by their hero work until Starfire's like, "Okay but do you actually see yourself having a life outside of this. Do you see yourself as a whole person outside of this." And Robin doesn't actually have an answer for that. So... she dumps him. She loves him, and she knows he loves her, but like... she also knows that the Dick she knows now will just keep throwing himself at a wall until he falls apart if it means getting the mission done, and she knows that's not healthy for either of them. She knows she's not helping him get past that.

>So Starfire goes into space for a time to get some perspective--and it hurts, but like... also Earth is a planet she got really attached to because she essentially crashed onto it after a series of really traumatic events, so she kind of needs to see how big the universe is because she let her world get so small so fast. She loves her friends, but she also needs to see what's out there, you know? So she goes among the stars, nearly gets recruited into the Star Sapphire corps, helps Razer find Aya (because goddammit I need closure there), has long philosophical sessions with The Android, hangs out with the Wonder Twins, kicks some Apokolips butt, hooks up with a Thanagarian hottie, gets fuckin' blasted with Lobo, gets in a bar fight with Lobo, has a long weird bonding session with Lobo, and drunkenly cries to Space Cabbie about how much she misses the Titans (and Dick) while Lobo's like, "You don't NEED them, you are a strong, beautiful, independent Tamaranean!" Helps Lobo patch things up with his own daughter, does her best to patch things up with Blackfire (Things are still really awkward between them but there are fewer coups involved, at least.) Does a whole bunch of humanitarian (tamaranean-tarian?) work on Tamaran, and honestly just kind of gets a great sense of like, "Okay, you know... I actually feel like a whole person now." Like she's seen enough of the universe that like... she doesn't feel like a fish out of water back on earth. But ultimately... she misses earth, and she misses her friends, and that's her home, so she returns. It's been like... 3 years, but she finally feels comfortable saying that's her home.

>Now in that three years, Dick's been going through it, too, but this is not a "Getting Your Groove Back In Space" situation. He's doing a lot of work in Blüdhaven. He has a kind of intense relationship with Barbara Gordon. Like the whole thing there was that Babs was hardcore a childhood crush for him, so it's like, "Yeah! This is what I've actually wanted the whole time! Guess I just have a thing for redheads!" But... nah. It's... not quite like that. Like Babs thinks he's cute but it's also like Dick represents her trying to get emotional fulfillment out of the whole cape life and everything's all tangled up in them trying to prove themselves to Bruce and why the fuck are they still trying to prove themselves to Bruce?! It's that situation where you think it's what you want and you convinced yourself its what you want for so long that you don't want to admit how hollow it feels when you finally have it... Dick's still willing to try for it, but Babs was always the brains between them and she breaks it off.... then she gets paralyzed and that fucks both of them up and Dick is like, "Hey let me be here for you" but she pushes him away. She's done. (Don't worry give her like a year and a half and she'll be kicking ass as Oracle--it'll all work out.)

>So Dick is like, "Fine. I can give up the cape life too. All it's ever done is fuck me up anyway." So he does. But it's not like he can sit around and do nothing. And that's where all of the fucking "Spyral" shit starts. Spyral sucks. He feels like a goddamn idiot with Spyral. But then everything starts funneling back toward Gotham again and uh oh it turns out Gotham has gone to shit--like way more to shit than usual. And that's when Damian pops up in Dick's life like "Bruce disappeared. You have to be Batman now. Also you suck and you'll never be Batman. Now put on the cowl. Fuck you." And Dick is like, "Wow. I cannot stress how much this is the last thing I want." And just to rub his nose in it further Tim Drake is just absolutely vibing as Red Robin so it's like, "Huh I guess all your Robin hangups were a you problem." But... somehow chasing Damian's freaky little sword-wielding-ass around and getting the shit kicked out of him by Jason and then kicking the shit out of Jason helps him work through a bunch of stuff? Like it's ugly. It's an ugly situation from all angles. But it's also Dick confronting literally everything that fucked him up about being Robin, while also trying to steer Damian to a healthier mindset as the new Robin.

>Eventually Bruce returns from the Phantom Zone or whatever, takes up the mantle of Batman again like, "Oh god I'm so sorry I never meant to put that on you and I realize I put a lot of shit on you" and Dick comes out of it finally being able to say, "I'm never going to be Batman. But if I'm going to be a symbol, and I know I want to be a symbol, I'm Nightwing." And Bruce is like, "Hey, that's great. So like... this is totally optional... but the league is putting together a kind of junior team. It's gonna be run a lot more cleanly that the first iteration of the Titans, but we can't be babysitting them the whole time... what do you say." And honestly being a mentor has like... really grown on Dick, so he's like, "yeah totally." And Hal fucking Jordan cuts in like, "Great! You'll be co-leading with Kory!" and Dick's like "What."

>Oh my god working as co-leaders is so fucking awkward. Like basically each sees the other like, "Oh fuck. They've gotten so much hotter and they seem so much more mature and together and I've just been a hot mess for the past three years." But then they start catching up more and more, and they start talking about their adventures, and god, they are such good co-mentors to the new Titans. They become really good friends and that whole guardedness about not wanting to hurt each other actually lets them develop a really deep and respectful non-romantic relationship. But also there's still that "Oh no they're hot" tension going on.

>To their credit it takes about like... a year and a half for them to finally hook up again, and then shit gets gross. They're just making out all the time, having cutesy little inside jokes during briefings, walking around the tower with shit-eating grins, it's unbearable. But also good for them. They are absolutely the team Mom and Dad and their shit is together.

>Eventually they get married and have Mar'i and they keep showing goddamn baby pictures to the league and the Titans when no one asked. The End. :)