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stray cats selina kyle / catwoman fluff “ in which selina finds solace in your presence as time passes by. ”

might dabble in smosh or marvel stuff soon…

━━━━ THE NIGHTS in gotham were never fun. sometimes you could hope to imagine a life in which gotham was peaceful and not full of criminals running around and banks being robbed.

nights passed as you would spend them sitting in front of you and your girlfriends shared living room window. she was out there, fighting alongside the dark knight, risking her life for a better tomorrow.

it terrified you, how selfless she could be when it came to her own life. but when it came to you? she would never imagine a day where you spent nights beside her, moving in tandem and taking criminals down. in her luck, you never imagined it either.

“you always worry so much about me.” selina’s voice was the best part of the night, coming from behind you as exhaustion bit at the edges. a smile crossed your face without warning—your girlfriend was home, safe, and sound.

“hard not to, lina.” you mumbled, sauntering closer to her and drawing her into a warm hug. “you fight dangerous criminals all while i stay here, worrying my head off.” you smile into her neck as he hands draw up your back.

“can’t get rid of me that easily, babe.” she teased, kissing your head.

“no cats to bring home tonight?” a frown crossed your lips as other cats selina had brought home surrounded the both of you.

“i think we’ve managed to get every cat in gotham.” she laughed, dragging you away as you moved into the bedroom you shared with her. it was a small room, but spacious enough for selina to rid herself of her suit.

“how bad was it tonight?” you whispered, standing behind her and kissing her head. you let your fingers dance along the edges of her old scars, which had become so faded through time, some of them couldn’t be found until you pressed into her skin with determination.

“not bad. don’t worry, nothing new you need to fix.” she grinned, spinning and holding you close.

“you always say that.” you chastised her.

“i also always tell you that we’re gonna get out of this shithole sometime soon. i wont break that one.” she vowed. you knew she was telling the truth. every penny either of you had, was saved towards a small house out in the country.

you could start a family there, something you always wanted to do with her. she was such a loving girlfriend when she was able to be there for you. a family is all you wanted with her in the end.

then, you could spend days doing laundry and walking around the open fields. that’s all you wanted—to live somewhere were a tomorrow with her was promised.

“theres a difference between those, lina.” you mumbled, laying down and holding your arms open for her. she smiled again, collapsing down on the bed next to you, her head hitting your chest and her eyes fluttering shut almost instantaneously.

“i know, but you trust me, right?” she raised her head to smile at you, a cheeky grin and wicked glint in her eye making you laugh quietly.

“yeah, for whatever reason.” you tased, leaning down to kiss her head.

“hey! that’s mean!”

- percy sorry this is so short idk what to add and i have school tmrw (heartbreak emoji insert)

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carnation pamela isley / poison ivy fluff “ carnation — fascination, love and distinction. ”

this is for @poisonnivysgf my pookie bear

━━━━ YOU had no idea how territorial pamela seemed to get out of nowhere. of course, recently delving into a relationship and experiencing her trying to undo years and years of trauma, it was rocky.

regardless of how rocky or hard it was, you loved pamela, and she loved you—even if she had an odd way of showing it—and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

loving pamela meant loving plants, and isolation (not in a bad way, just being quieter and paying attention to the energy of the plants). for her it meant changing her ways, being a different person.

but it was a change she made willingly and happily.

you’d taken it upon yourself to pick up a book about the language of flowers. even if pamela never used it seriously, maybe you could.

so, when you woke up to the bed spot beside you empty, a frown crossed your face. but you could hear her, through the vines that inched across every square inch of your—now—shared house.

it never bothered you.

she was in the living room, curled into the couch with a book in hand and flowers sprouting from her hands subconsciously.

the domesticity of it made you sick with love. you smiled tiredly as you rose from the bed, making your way to where she sat without having to think much about it.

“morning, love.” you greeted her, sinking into the couch beside her, letting your head hit her lap as she moved her book, raising her hand from her leg to run through your hair. it almost put you back to bed.

almost.

“i’m hungry.” she hummed, grinning down at you. she did this often, a grin on her face whenever she did. you scrunched your face playfully, before rising up and moving to the kitchen.

from where the stove was, you could see pamela cooing to her plants, gently cupping the leaves and vines and talking to them quietly. your heart felt more and more content as the seconds passed.

you liked the adjustment that had been made—nearly every day was spent like this; aimless loitering around her apartment as plans for the day rose into the air, lazy cuddles and kisses shared as the clock ticked further and further into the day.

“do we have plans today, pam?” you called out, a grin hiding on your face. you knew the answer—no. no plans whatsoever. they never had any until last minute.

it was discovered by then that it worked better that way. no plans, no ideas, just instinct and sudden remembrance.

“nope.” she replied, gently removing her hand from under a leaf. “do you have something you want to do?” she asked, stepped into the warm kitchen and standing behind you, using her vines to pull you flush against her.

“mmm…” you pretended to think, “no. obviously not.” a laugh left both of you.

this was peace.

all either of you ever needed.

- percy this was fun

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stormy night jason todd fluff “ in which… jason todd seeks you out during a rough and stormy night. ”

just really tooth rottin fluff for jason (he needs a break)

━━━━ JASON never minded storms. he was the scary one, not zeus, or god, or whoever was above gotham (if there was anything at all). but, this one was different. the sky was consistently bright with lightning and rumbling with thunder.

he hated it. that was something he knew for sure. maybe it had to do with the lazarus pit, but that had been so long and he had been working so hard to overcome it. yet, here he was, terrified of the loud booms outside and the bright flash of light.

comfort was the only thing he needed, his hands reaching for his phone to call you. you, his rock within the moving storm, his light and the end of the tunnel—as cliche as it was to say. but, he truly knew that was the easiest way to describe how much he needed you.

you practically kept him sane.

“hey,” your voice answered, soft and grounding. no longer could jason hear the storm outside, your voice bringing him to the surface as his mind was flooded with memories of the bright green liquid he was tossed into, “i’m on my way right now. will you leave the doors unlocked?”

“yeah, yeah i will. how much longer?” his voice was as level as he could manage, trembling lightly as another bolt hit the ground and shook the earth.

“three minutes. you okay, baby?” you turned to the apartment parking lot, turning your car off and keeping jason on the phone. another lightning strike.

jason winced and cowered under his blankets, before getting up and rushing to unlock his door. three minutes passed, painfully slow, and soon you were finally standing in front of him, a soft smile on your face as he tugged you into his arms.

“bad night?” you asked, pushing your hand through his hair as he looked into your eyes. you could tell, you could read him perfectly. he didn’t have to say anything, another smile pressing onto your face as he took your hand.

taking refugee in his bed, jason buried himself in the warmth of your neck. he felt better already, as your hand wandered through his hair and down his neck, your nails softly scratching at his back just where he needed it.

it hit jason then that you had been the only person in his life to care so deeply for him, to make him feel loved. the first of many things for him. he was more careful on patrol, keeping the injuries to a minimum, as to ease you. he wore biking pants in case he ever got into a crash, and he kept his location on at all times.

“i love you,” the words left his lips before he could stop himself, but it was like a dam shattering—he couldn’t stop talking, “more than anything. and one day, i’m gonna marry you.” his voice was slurring with sleepiness coating the edges of his words like a thick layer of honey. sweet, but evident.

“yeah? i can’t wait, jay.” you smiled, kissing his head and continuing to play with his hair, “better make it quick.” you teased.

“i will, i’d do it tomorrow if i could. can i?” his voice remained drowsy, not raising his head as his voice rumbled against your skin. you smiled wider (if possible) before letting out a laugh. you could see him moving as you did, letting out a soft chuckle himself.

“sure, baby. you do whatever you want, hm? how about you go to bed, at least.” you teased again, twirling a strand of hair around your finger.

and sleep he did.

peacefully.

for once.

- percy short yet it is a start…