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Yall I downloaded the RedNote App, and one the FIRST things I see is a picture of a shrine to Jason Todd. And if that’s not a sign that I made the right move then idk what is. So, shoutout to all my RedNote bitches, yall so fuckin nice

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The Wayne's Nanny

Batfamily and Reader/ Bruce Wayne x Reader Chapters Ao3

Ex in the House

You hadn’t expected to see your ex in the kitchen when you went to make some coffee, but he looked just as smug as the day he broke up with you. Alfred, who had been washing dishes at the sink informed you that your ex had arrived thirty minutes prior demanding to speak to you, acting as if the man he was talking about wasn’t even there. Politely, you thanked the butler and asked him to watch the kids so you could speak with your ex alone. Truly, you wanted Alfred gone so your drama wouldn’t be added to his menagerie of gossip. 

Once the two of you were alone, you shook the chair he was sitting in until he stood. Exasperated, you exclaimed, “Are you crazy?”

“What? No! But, you may be,” He said. You took a step toward him and your ex quickly put up his hands in surrender. ���Hold on. Hold on. Don’t get all crazy on me yet, I came over here to talk.”

You slowly back off, telling him to sit and he obediently did. “Talk about what? Talk about how you still owe me my last check?”

“I don’t,” Your ex inserted. “But, no. I wanna talk about us.”

“There’s nothing left to talk about,” You spat, refusing to sit when he gestured for you to do so. Your ex sighed before standing, coming over to slowly rub your arms. You loathed his touch and shrugged his hands off of you. “Just get it out.”

He sighed and said, “I want you back. I realized how much I fucked up.”

You stared at him, torn between smacking him or laughing in his face. If you hadn’t known that his fiance left him a week ago, you would have believed him a little. Instead, you stayed quiet and let him go on a long-winded rant that left you feeling almost sorry for him. Obviously, the guy was in a deep hole of pathetic loneliness. 

You were so distracted by your ex that you hadn’t seen Jason watching the two of you from the slightly cracked kitchen door. He knelt down just enough that you would likely not see him if you looked over. 

“Please, get to your point,” You demanded as soon as you got tired of hearing his voice. 

Your ex sucked in a breath and finally said, “I want you to come back. Come back to work. To me.”

You stared at him before sarcastically saying, “Okay, let’s go!” 

Jason felt his heart sink at your remark. You seemed so eager to go that it made him wonder if something had happened to make you stop loving them. Had they not been good enough? Did he do something to make you want to leave? Jason could hardly breathe and could only think of running to his room to get some comfort. 

You noticed the kitchen door swing back and forth slightly, but that didn’t stop you from going on, “As if, asshole. I like my job, my kids, and my life now. I wish I realized how much sooner it sucked with you in it.”

Mr. Wayne abruptly entered the room before the conversation could continue. He looked just as surprised to be there as you were to see him there. Bruce truly hadn’t meant to intrude, but Alfred had told him your ex was there. Suddenly, he had to be in the kitchen. Bruce chose not to look for an explanation for his thought process. 

“You sleepin’ with him, is that it?” Your ex said, tone trying to be threatening. 

“No! No, he’s my boss. You think I would make that mistake again?” You looked back at Bruce, who didn’t seem phased or at all impressed, before saying to your ex, “You need to leave. We’re done. You can’t be causing a scene here. There are children.”

“Fuck them kids,” Your ex said. 

It happened in a blink of an eye. You extended your hand and slapped your ex so hard that it knocked him over. He didn’t quite fall to the floor, but it caused him to stumble into the pantry door. Fortunately for you, he didn’t have time to return to gesture as Mr. Wayne put himself between you and him. 

“Get out of my house,” Bruce said, voice angry and serious. When it took your ex a second too long, your boss used his angry parental voice and yelled, “Now!”

You even jumped, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. Your ex grumbled something as left. Once your ex was gone, you were left embarrassed and flustered. You stumbled over yourself in apologies to Mr. Wayne, especially since the man was allowed so close to the kids. 

“Mr. Wayne, I don’t even know what to say. I am so sorry for all of this,” You reassured him in hopes he wouldn't make you leave on the spot. 

 Bruce grabbed your shoulders gently, looking down at you with a worried look in his eyes. You had expected him to be angry, not kind. “Are you okay?” 

Stunned, you stumbled over your words, before managing out, “I mean, I’m better than my ex right now. Did’ya see the way I slapped him?”

The was a moment of silence before Mr. Wayne began to laugh. It was a rumble that started in his throat before bubbling out of his mouth. It sounded more like prolonged chuckling, but it was a pleasant sound. Not to mention his smile. Damn, you thought, what you wouldn’t do to see that smile again. No wonder half the world was in love with him, Bruce Wayne was a beautiful man. 

“Well, I hate to say it, I don’t think he’s coming back,” He said. 

“I hope he doesn’t.” You said, eyes going down to his lips. They were perfect and pink. You admired the cute little cupid's bow on his upper lip and wondered how soft they were. The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds too long, and you only broke the tension when you turned away to go back to the kids. 

You didn’t see Mr. Wayne again until dinner. He sat at the head of the table with Dick on one side and Cassandra on the other. You sat in the middle of the little kids since it would be your job to make sure they ate their food. After a few minutes of conversation, you noticed Jason hadn’t come down for dinner yet. You hadn’t seen him since a few hours earlier once you really thought about it. 

You passed the basket of rolls to Tim as you asked Alfred, “Where’s Jason? Still in his room?”

“Yes, Miss,” Alfred said. “He threw quite the fit when I insisted he come down to eat.” 

You shared a glance with Bruce before pushing back your chair. “I’ll see what’s going on. You kids keep eating.”

After reassuring the rest of the kids that you would be back (you were starting to get the sneaking suspicion that they were developing separation anxiety), you made your way to Jason’s room. His room was usually spotless, but, upon entering after hearing a meek come in, you saw it was a huge mess. Things were thrown about, books knocked off the shelves, clothes pulled out of the drawers, and even writing on the walls. Oh, Bruce would not be happy about the state of his room at all. 

You stopped in the middle of the mess to see Jason curled on his bed facing away from you. “Jason, what happened here?”

He barely lifted his head and looked over at you, before putting it back down. After a few seconds of silence, he said, “I hate you.”

That threw you for a loop. Truly, you didn’t know Jason had a hating bone in his body. You sat on the edge of his bed, rubbing circles on his back, before trying to get him to tell you what made him hate you. At first, he refused to talk, just saying he hated you over and over again. You wouldn’t lie, it got to you a little, but you refused to show it. From what you learned from the parenting self-help book Alfred bought you, you knew he was just acting out an anger he couldn’t come to you about. 

“Jason, tell me what’s wrong, sweetheart,” You said. “I want to help.”

“No! You don’t. You just want to leave like Bruce always does and you hate me like Catherine did,” He said quickly so you wouldn’t hear the crack in his voice. 

“Oh, sweetheart. I don’t hate you. I never have, and I know your mom didn't hate you, either.” You pulled him into you, hugging him close. “What makes you think I want to leave?”

“You said so. When that man was here. He told you to leave with him and you said yes,” Jason mumbled. 

That’s when you finally realize it. It wasn’t Mr. Wayne who was there like you initially suspected when you first saw the door swinging by itself, it had been Jason. Squeezing him, you explained what had truly happened— Granted, leaving out some details. 

“I don’t hate you at all. I never have.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. “And, your dad works a lot. I wish you knew how much he loved you kids and wants to be with you. I can tell just by looking at him.”

Jason, turning to lay on his back, smiled a little. “Yeah? What does he look like?”

You pushed some of his black curls out of his face and rubbed away the tear streaks as you spoke: “He gets all brooding and upset when he has to go to work. But, when he comes home, he’s all smiley.”

“Dad doesn’t smile.”

There was a knock on the open door and the two of you watched Mr. Wayne slowly walk in. His eyes scanned the room, noting everything amiss, before landing on you. Before you could tell Mr. Wayne not to get mad, Jason mumbled an apology. 

“Jason,” Bruce said in a soft voice. He crossed the rest of the room in two strides before stopping at the edge of the bed. “Are you okay?”

Jason was quiet for a moment before mumbling, “I didn’t want Nan to leave. I didn’t want her to hate me, either.” 

“I told him I wasn’t going to leave or ever hated him,” You added, glancing up at Mr. Wayne. 

Bruce reached down and played with Jason’s hair before messing it up playfully. The boy whined and tried to pull away, but his father was much bigger than him. Kneeling to look up at his son, Bruce took his small hands into his. 

“I promise you Nan isn’t going anywhere. I’d fire her then rehire her if she tried.” Mr. Wayne smiled, and you knew it was one just for his little boy. He glanced back up at you, before going on. "Plus, I think we all like her here. With you kids, that's a rare find."

Jason looked over at you. “You were right. He does smile.”

“And he's actually good at smiling, too,” You said. “Now, come on. There’s dinner downstairs for you.”

Jason leaped off the bed, loudly stating how hungry he was, and practically ran for the door. Bruce was quick, though. He grabbed the back of the boy’s shirt and dragged him back a little so they could be face-to-face. 

“When you’re done with dinner, you will clean up this room, and we need to talk about you acting out like this,” he said. 

He agreed, before now slowly going toward the dining room. Considering the state of the room, you knew Jason would drag out dinner for as long as he could.

Mr. Wayne must have known, too, because he made sure to add extra vegetables to the boy’s plate.

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Hi guys, is anyone else having trouble with Tumblr being extremely slow and not letting them post??

Just wanted to know it’s not just me lol

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Love and Neighbors

Clark Kent x Reader Chapters AO3

Genomorph

When Clark entered your apartment he was thankful that, unlike him, you couldn’t hear how fast his heart was beating. He was so nervous that he wondered if he was going to puke. It would be an interesting experience seeing as he never had gotten sick. Seeing you only intensified the feeling. 

You didn’t notice his hesitance at first, kissing him on the cheek so nonchalantly that it seemed as simple of an act as blinking was. It wasn’t until he hesitated to tell you how his day was that you asked what was wrong.

“Can we talk?” He asked, ignoring your question entirely. When Clark heard your heartbeat spike, he knew he had worded it wrong. “We’re not breaking up. It’s…I need to talk to someone right now.”

The relief on your face was evident, and– if he wasn’t so worried about his current situation– he would have been distraught for even accidentally hurting your feelings. You squeezed his hand as you urged him to tell you his feelings. Looking at you, Clark could tell that if he asked for the moon, you would find a way to get it to him. He felt safe with you and hated that he was so nervous that it made him hesitate to talk.

“Clark?” You said softly as you leaned toward him. “Everything’s alright.”

It wasn’t. Not to him, anyway, but he appreciated the sentiment. Sucking in a breath, he finally told you. There was a boy that he named Connor that was his clone. There wasn’t much more that Clark could say about the matter. Clark Kent had a clone– or genomorph, whatever words Batman had used to explain it to him. 

You were quiet for a moment, a furrow in your brow as you thought of all the new information he had given you, before starting to speak, “Who–who’s the other person that this clone is…made from?”

The name felt so sour on his tongue that he could hardly get it out. “Lex Luthor’s.”

“Oh,” Was all you said, and Clark was sure that was the only appropriate response. “Are you okay?” 

Clark nearly broke down, expressing all his feelings because he just needed to. If it wasn’t for the help of Ma and Pa, taking Connor in when he first came to him, and you being so open about it all. 

“I–I don’t know how to feel about him. I feel responsible, I guess, but,” Clark paused, not sure how to work his feelings. This situation was just too complicated. He considered himself a smart man, able to process complex issues, but he couldn’t wrap his head around this. Clark thought he should have been able to deal with this like any other situation, and felt angry that he couldn't understand why it was so difficult for him to deal with it. “I’m upset that my DNA was used to create this boy, but I don’t regret this boy being here. There's more I can't put into words. I feel…confused, really.”

“That’s okay,” You said sweetly. “You’re still processing this. It’s quite a big bomb to drop into your life.”

“It is. Damn it,” Clark looked up to see your unsure expression. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to get so upset.”

Surprisingly, you laughed. “Clark, you are more than within your rights to be upset!”

“Thank you,” Was all Clark could think to say.

“Honey, listen, it’ll be okay. You have Ma and Pa to help you. Not to mention me,” You said as you ran your fingers through his hair. He opened his mouth to brush off the sentiment, but you stopped him. “Yes, I know you have Bruce, too.” 

Clark, for the first time in a few days, laughed. He pulled you toward him, enveloping you in a big hug. As he breathed you in, he reminded himself that you would always be in his corner no matter how confusing things got. Connor wasn’t a bad kid, from what little he knew so far about him, and Clark could work out his feelings about him over time. 

“Do you want to meet him? I mean, if he’s going to be part of the family and all.” 

You smiled, and all Clark wanted to do was to tell you how much you meant to him. “Only if you’re ready, then I would love to.”

With that, Clark picked up the phone to call Ma.

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Oh, Jason Todd?

Raw and passionate, next question.

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Sorry for the random question guys, I’m writing a chapter, but I just had a question about Conner Kent since I don’t know him that well. Is he a clone of Superman/Lex, or just a bioengineered Kryptonian? There seems to be a bit of a split

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Yes, I believe J names are red flags. And, no, I don’t think that applies to Jason Todd. Duh.

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Reviving Love

Jason Todd x Reader Chapters AO3 18+ MDNI

Chapter 13

Jason didn’t like pressing a gun to people’s heads, more so when he had to pull the trigger, but that little worry was outweighed by the relief of getting things done. Especially when it meant he could put the mask and guns down to get back to you. You had quickly become Jason’s sanctuary in his hectic life.

Things with Bruce weren’t getting any easier, though with Dick they were. They would never agree on Jason’s approach to vigilantism, but they were more than that now. They were brothers. 

After leaving his crew to pick you up, Jason decided he would pop by your apartment to see how you were. He didn’t have time to get into his civilian clothes and walk over to your apartment, so he settled for sitting on the rooftop of the building across from yours. You were sitting on the couch switching between watching the TV and checking your phone. 

Jason thought about texting you, just to see your reaction, but suddenly Dick was there. Dick sat on the building’s ledge next to him, following Jason’s gaze to your window. 

He smiled as he said, “Spying on your girlfriend?”

“Just checking in on her,” Jason said slyly before going on. “I don’t have time to go down there. This is the next best thing.”

“They should have named you Tom,” Dick said with a shit-eating grin. “Since you’re a peeping Tom.”

“Shut up.” Jason rolled his eyes. He wasn’t wrong, Jason was acting like a peeping Tom, but it also wasn’t like that. He just wanted to see you. “How do you do it?” 

“Do what?” 

Jason shrugged. “You know. Being a boyfriend and a vigilante.”

Dick thought for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. “It helps that we’re in the same field of work. More or less. Plus, Kori knows I’m Nightwing.”

Jason couldn’t tell if that was a slight on him or not but didn’t say anything about it anyway. He tried not to think much about telling you he was the Red Hood because he could only imagine your reaction. You might be disgusted being with a violent crime lord, or maybe not. Either way, he didn’t want to risk it. Especially when revealing Red Hood meant revealing Jason Todd, too. 

Dick was going to say something else before his phone started to ring. The call wasn’t long, but when it was done he was practically skipping away. When Jason asked where his brother was going, Dick only said that Kori was over at his place. Luckily no more explanation was needed. 

Jason snickered to himself before looking back to your window. You had turned off some of the lights in the living room, leaving the TV to illuminate your body. Initially, Jason thought nothing of it, until you began to strip. You were only wearing an oversized sweatshirt, leaving your breasts exposed when you tossed it to the side, leaving your pink, lacy underwear on full display. The underwear clung to your soft skin, and Jason wanted nothing more than to take them off with his teeth. Slowly, you pushed your fingers between your legs before you grabbed one of your decorative pillows. 

Oh, he was incredibly thankful for the timing of Kori’s call now. 

He should have looked away the moment that sweatshirt came off, but Jason loved looking at your body. His cock twitched in his pants, begging to be freed.

Slowly, you began to grind against the pillow. Your eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you worked on getting the pillow just right so that it rubbed against your clit. When you found that perfect spot, you threw your head back and started a steady rhythm. 

Jason ran his hand over his clothed cock, trying to time his slow rubs with your thrusts. He wondered what got you going, and even played with the thought that you were thinking of him. Of course, he knew that couldn’t have been the reason, but it made white-hot pleasure course through his veins. He desperately wanted to touch you and be touched in return.

Your hips began to move faster, hands desperately looking for some purchase as your orgasm got closer. Jason squeezed his cock through his tactical pants, trying to get as much stimulation as possible. He wanted to cum with you, not even thinking about the mess that would be left behind.  Jason cursed himself for not being able to make that jump of intimacy, especially when you looked like you needed it. 

It wasn’t long before your hips stuttered in their thrusts and you stilled completely. Your legs were shaking from your orgasm, and Jason couldn’t help but cum. He felt the breath go out of him seeing your face contort with pleasure. When he watched you roll over, throwing the pillow onto the floor, Jason finally looked down at the mess he made. His pants had a stain on them, which he would not find enjoyable washing out later, but it was hardly noticeable in the dark. Looking back at your window one final time, he saw you pick up your phone, and type something out before putting it down again. 

Seeing that you were more than likely done for the night, Jason got up to leave. Then, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. 

Taking it out, he saw a text that read; Thinking about you <3

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Vigilant Coffee

Batfamily x Reader Chapters AO3

Christmas Eve

You could hardly stand the sound of Christmas music anymore. From the moment Halloween stopped, Christmas began. The trees went up, the holiday cups came out, and you were forced to wear a stupid Santa hat with fake elf ears. Most of the bats were kind enough not to laugh in your face for it, the others, especially Robin and Spoiler, weren’t as much. 

Working the night shift on Christmas Eve had turned out better than you expected. It was so dead that a customer hadn't come in since you arrived. So, you had spent the entirety of the shift kicked back on one of the comfortable chairs in the dining area. You were watching an Instagram reel Red Hood had sent when you heard the bell on the door chime. You looked up, half expecting Batman, but it wasn’t. It was just some random guy. 

“Oh, hello,” You said, getting up. After washing your hands, you asked, “What can I get you?”

The guy stared at the menu before looking back at you. Oh no. This guy was going to rob you. You could just tell by the way he looked at you. It just read, you know what’s about to happen, right? You were so astounded that someone would have the gall to rob the one coffee shop Batman frequented especially on Christmas. 

“On Christmas, asshole?” You said aloud.

“Calm down, it’s Christmas Eve,” He said as he pulled out a gun. 

You mocked him, “It’s Christmas Eve. Ooo.” Still, you worked on opening the register. The guys that waved a gun around in your face didn’t care for your cheek, and only really threatened you when the money wasn’t leaving the register fast enough. Or, when you tried calling the cops. 

“Here’s a twenty, buy yourself something nice, huh?” The guy said as he threw the cash down. 

“Yeah, yeah, go get bent,” You said as you took it. 

“Jimmy,” Another voice said. “What did we talk about?” 

The two of you looked to see Batman standing in the doorway, hands on his hips. He sighed before holding out his hand expectantly. Jimmy ran his tongue over his teeth, looking reluctant to hand the money over before he did in a quick, swift motion. Batman then handed it over to you. 

“What’re you thinking?” Batman said. Despite his rough, monotone voice, you could hear the disappointment. “You were doing so well.”

You stood there awkwardly. It felt like watching your friend get yelled at by their parents. The lecture that followed when Jimmy said that a place open in this part of Gotham was just asking to get robbed was brutal. Batman dressed Jimmy down until the young man was in near tears. 

“You wave a gun in this poor barista’s face on Christmas?” Batman said, beginning to raise his voice. 

Jimmy meekly corrected, “Actually, it’s Christmas Eve.”

“That’s not the point, James! You apologize, now, before I haul you down to Gordon. You won’t be put into juvie this time. They’ll haul you to Blackgate.”

Jimmy’s eyes went wide, looking a bit more unsettled than before when Batman used his government name as he positioned himself to face you. You stood there awkwardly, not sure what to do as he made a long-winded apology to you. When he was done, you weren’t sure what to say, so you just meekly told him that it was okay. 

Batman stared at you, silently telling you to say more. Looking down at your feet, you said, “And, uh, thanks for the apology. Please don’t rob us again.”

“Okay,” The guy said quietly. 

“Go home,” Batman demanded. 

Jimmy practically ran out of the cafe, not after having his gun taken away, leaving you and Batman. The towering man turned toward you, and you felt like you were about to be lectured, but, instead, he only said, “A black coffee, please.”

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All I want for Christmas is a 6'2 CEO of Wayne Enterprises.

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Learning to Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3 18+ MDNI

The Christmas Tree and Fine Dining

 It had hardly been five minutes in the door before your boyfriend was practically yanking down your underwear. He'd been horny all evening, acting in ways you hadn't seen before. You chalked up his excitement as him missing you immensely after being away on a mission for three weeks. 

Now, you were sitting on the arm of the couch as Jason ate you out. 

The flat of his tongue was pressed directly on your clit, slowly flicking upward before repeating the same motion before sucking on your labia. He continued the same motions until your legs were shaking. Jason had a knack for making you feel like you were on cloud nine. You had always loved the feeling of Jason’s curly black hair between your fingers as you pulled at them.

When you were on the cusp of an orgasm, he pulled away, quickly trying to unbuckle his belt. You giggled as you went to help, peppering kisses on his jaw and neck as you tugged at his pants until his cock sprung free. Biting your lip, you felt an almost overwhelming excitement about having Jason on and in you. He smiled, beginning to push you down on the couch before stopping. 

“What is it?” You asked. 

Jason strode across the room to his Christmas tree where he flipped a switch and the relatively dark room burst with colorful warm lights. You giggled as you beckoned him over with outstretched arms, needing him in a way you really couldn’t describe. Jason kissed you deeply as he roughly flipped you onto your stomach. 

“At least you took me dinner first,” You joked. 

Jason chuckled. “I was raised a gentleman, after all.”

You laughed, but it quickly turned into a long, breathy moan as you felt the tip of Jay’s cock sweeping through your folds. His tip pressed against your clit, feeling hot and sticky, before he slowly dragged it to prod at your entrance. You pushed back against him, urging him to put it in you, and he complied happily. The way his cock stretched your pussy made your toes curl and your mind blank. 

Jason leaned over, kissing the back of your shoulder, before beginning to thrust. Every time his hips knocked against yours, you couldn’t help but loudly moan. When one of his hands rounded your hips to play with your clit, you had to grab a pillow to muffle your cries. The way Jason fucked you was dizzying and euphoric—The only way you managed to stay grounded was by listening to his sweet whispers.

“Prettiest girl in the world,” He said between moans. “I love you so fucking much.”

Looking over your shoulder at him, you saw the little grin on his face as he looked down at your connecting hips. It must have been disgustingly arousing. Every time he slammed his cock into you there was an audible wet sound that echoed off the walls. He’d been teasing you all evening, going as far as to finger you in the restaurant, so you couldn’t even imagine just how wet you looked with his dick in your pussy.

“Oh,” You grunted out. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

Jason moaned as he squeezed your hips whilst he rammed his cock harder into you. You squealed, eyes rolling back into your head, before coming undone. Your body tensed and your back arched as white-hot pleasure coursed through your veins. Despite your orgasm, he didn’t slow down his thrusting, keeping you close to him so he could chase his own high. You shamelessly moaned loudly, not caring if the neighbors heard, as you mumbled incoherently. 

Jason groaned, taking one of his hands and squeezing your ass. He praised you for taking him so well and complimented his words by putting his body atop yours. His chest felt hot against your back, his lips pressing into your skin with wet kisses, and his cock pushed deeper into you.

“Fu-uck!” You shrieked as you felt another wave of your orgasm wash over you. Jason held your hand as your body began to shake with pleasure, and you couldn’t think of anything besides how pretty the tree looked. 

He was so close, you could feel it in the way his cock was beginning to twitch in your pussy. Jason whined into your ear, his hips stuttering a bit as he tried to hold himself back. 

“Oh, shit,” Jason said breathlessly, his voice cracking. “Gonna cum. Damn, baby.”

You encouraged him to cum in you, to fill you up and make you his. You felt filthy saying such words out loud, but it felt too damn good to say anything polite. Jason’s hips stilled, him pressing as close to you as he could, as he came. Just as his orgasm hit, you felt another one rip through your body. You screamed his name into the pillow, tears in your eyes, and pulled yourself off his cock.

 Both your bodies were shaking with pleasure, yours more so with the overstimulation, and Jason could hardly pull himself off of you. He pulled you into his side when you tried to get up to clean yourself. When you said you didn’t want to get the couch dirty, all he responded with was, “Fuck the couch.”

Smiling, you laid your head on his chest, admiring the Christmas tree. His hands slowly caressed your side as he kissed your head. You felt his hand wander down to your ass, where he squeezed it again. 

“I need you again,” Jason said, his free hand going to his cock. It was half-hard, but, as he gently jerked it, it started to get hard again.

You looked up at him smiling before moving to straddle him. “Well, I guess we should see if I can get you to scream my name this time.”

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Home for the Holidays Parts

Summary: Jason, Tim, and Dick are stuck in the middle of who-knows-where with little to no money and only five days til Christmas. Not to mention, tensions are high between them, so they have to come together to figure out a way to get home.

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A/N: Just a little Christmas story for the holidays I thought I would post. I don't know if I'll finish it before Christmas or at all, but we will definitely see how it goes! Sorry if the characters are a little OOC, I just wanted to try something new--tho I did try to stick with the og characteristics as much as I could. Also, I'm kind of keeping it sort of to the original timeline, which is why it's set in the 90s.

Parts

December 20, 1992, Reno, NV December 21, 1:32 AM December 21, Salt Lake City, UT

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Home for the Holidays

Jason Todd & Dick Grayson & Tim Drake All Chapters Ao3

December 21, Salt Lake City, UT

They made it to Salt Lake City by sunrise, Jason having pushed the pedal til the car was practically begging for gas, where they stopped for breakfast. Dick bought them breakfast with ten of the thirty dollars they had, while the rest went toward the car.

When Jason returned from the gas station he sat in the booth next to Tim where he began to take his designated hashbrown and sausage biscuit.  

“Jesus Christ, this is good! I think I might spend the rest of the money on another biscuit,” Jason said with his mouth full. That caught Dick’s attention and he ordered Jason to show him the money. Once Jason threw two twenties on the table, far more than they had before, he demanded to know how he got it. “Relax, I didn’t steal it. What do you think I am?”

“Just be careful, Jason, we can’t be screwing around,” Dick said in a low tone, taking the money. 

Tim knew that was a bad idea, and it was only confirmed when Jason reached across the table to grab Dick’s arm. People in the restaurant turned to look at the two of them, which made Dick easily give up the money. 

“Fuck you,” Jason seethed before getting up, grabbing the money and Tim’s sausage biscuit before walking off. 

“Asshole,” The youngest boy called after, leaning over to take Dick’s food. “Consider this payment for acting up.”

“Shut up,” Dick said, looking around at the people now watching them. It made him antsy, and, if Bruce were here, he’d be getting a look for not having better control over the situation. “Give me half, at least.”

“No, you shouldn’t have pissed him off,” Tim said, holding the biscuit close.

“He shouldn’t have stolen that money,” Dick whispered-yelled back. 

“Did you hear what he said? He didn’t steal anything. Money-wise.”

“And you believe him?”

“What if I do?” 

Dick reached over and took a sip of his soda. “Then, how about you go join him in the car.”

Tim looked out the window next to the booth to see the back of Jason’s head through the truck’s back window. He was mid-sip of a soda before he turned it to look toward the busy road, and, after staring for a few seconds, Tim began to slide out of the booth.

Dick was shocked his little brother actually followed through with the suggestion and watched as he walked across the parking lot, hugging himself as he did, before hopping into the car. 

With a grumble, Dick went through his pocket for the five bucks he had hidden away to buy himself another sausage biscuit. 

*** 

Jason hadn’t expected Tim to suddenly hop into the car with him, say nothing, and start munching away on food. He tried to act like the boy wasn’t there, but couldn’t help but to glance at him every few minutes or so. The air between them felt awkward considering their history. 

“Rockin’ around the Christmas tree, at the Christmas party hop,” The radio played. 

Tim groaned before harshly beginning to change the radio station. “I fucking hate Christmas.”

Jason wanted to say he was surprised by that, but with the black clothes Tim was sporting it was obvious. The kid, while not overtly edgy, did have a sort of angsty teen phase going on. Jay would have related to it if he hadn’t died at fifteen. Suddenly, a rock band was blasting through the car speakers before Tim slowly turned the volume down. 

“So, you hate Christmas…why?”

The kid sat back and shrugged, picking at his food. “I wouldn’t say I hate it. The holidays always felt like a chore– My parents wanted to get Christmas over with, so I never really got to have the fun parts.”

“Oh,” Was all Jason could say. 

“Don’t get all emotional on me now,” Tim joked. “Don’t want it to end up like last time, ya know?”

Jason wanted to be angry, but he had to admit it was a bit funny–He even let out a little snicker before offering Tim half of the sausage biscuit. There was hesitance, but eventually, it was slid across the seat and onto the dashboard to save for later. After a minute or two of silently eating, Tim finally asked about the money. 

“There’s a senior living home right around the corner, I told them I’d clear their walkway of snow in under an hour for twenty bucks. Did it, but then an old lady asked me to help change her tire. She gave me the money even though I said no,” Jason said like it was just another day for him. 

“Why didn’t you just tell Dick that,” Tim quietly asked. 

Jason shrugged before telling him it wouldn’t have changed Dick’s mind about anything. Tim stared down at the road in front of him as he thought. He recalled Bruce telling him that Jason died because he was reckless and angry– The opposite of what a Robin should have been. Robins were meant to be obedient. Loyal. Even Dick had mentioned that Tim’s predecessor didn’t have the same control he did, and his disobedience cost him his life–sounding a little too much like Bruce rather than the kind, funny brother he usually was. 

Tim’s first impression of Jason had been exactly what he expected. The man who showed up at Titans tower a few years ago was angry, and he had become an outlet for Bruce’s neglect. Jason had quietly and awkwardly apologized, but that didn’t erase the memory for Tim. Even Jason had admitted he knew that. 

“Maybe you should mention it to him,” Tim said as he noticed a snowflake fall onto the windshield. “He won’t be on your ass as much.”

Just like the Devil’s name was spoken, Dick had appeared at the passenger side window. Opening the door, he leaned in to see if anything was amiss before snatching the biscuit off the dashboard. 

“Hey!”

“Move over,” He said, mouth full, and pushed Tim toward Jason. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” Jay said. “You’re driving. I want a nap.”

Dick groaned before switching places. Starting the engine, they pulled back out onto the highway. 

They hardly got a mile down the road before Dick mumbled under his breath, “The hell is playing?” And promptly changed the station to Christmas tunes again.

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Home For the Holidays

Jason Todd & Dick Grayson & Tim Drake All Chapters Ao3

December 21, 1:32 AM

Tim stared at the lines in the road as they drove, hugging a pillow against his chest as he recalled what had transpired no thirty minutes earlier. Dick had shaken him awake so they could get going. After grabbing a blanket and pillow, along with the gym bag with his clothes, he hopped into a grey truck. The car was an old-ish stick-shift with hard, fuzzy seats and a cassette player. Jason was driving, eyes focused hard on the road since it started to flurry, while Dick was reaching in front of Tim to adjust the heaters and the radio. 

It took Dick a minute, but he eventually managed to get a station playing Christmas music, off-handedly mentioning that it would get them into the spirit. Jason mumbled something under his breath how they didn’t need any holly-jolly music since they had practically been abandoned. Dick pointedly ignored Jason’s comment as he looked at Tim, who was still zoning out on the road as he slowly fell between exhaustion and awake.

“You can lean against me, buddy, if you wanna sleep,” Dick mumbled. 

Tim only glanced at his older brother, hating the way he always treated him like a little kid, before shaking his head. “‘M fine.”

“I could use a nap,” Jason offered unprovoked. “If you’re offering to drive.”

Dick snickered. “Drive another twenty miles before we do. I don’t wanna end up in a jail cell just because you decided to steal a car.”

Jason grumbled under his breath again but didn’t protest. Tim felt a bit of pity for him and offered to take the wheel, which Dick immediately shut down. Jason quietly thanked him, which surprised Tim a little. He and Jason had never been close, and hardly any real kindness had ever happened between them. 

They grew quiet as they drove on, the only sound was the whirring of the car and the faint sound of Home for the Holidays playing on the radio. Tim let his eyes fall and leaned his head on Dick’s shoulder as he slipped into sleep.

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Home For the Holidays

Jason Todd & Dick Grayson & Tim Drake All Chapters Ao3

A/N: Just a little Christmas story for the holidays I thought I would post. I don't know if I'll finish it before Christmas or at all, but we will definitely see how it goes! Sorry if the characters are a little OOC, I just wanted to try something new--tho I did try to stick with the og characteristics as much as I could. Also, I'm kind of keeping it sort of to the original timeline, which is why it's set in the 90s.

Jason, Tim, and Dick are stuck in the middle of who-knows-where with little to no money and only five days til Christmas. Not to mention, tensions are high between them, so they have to come together to figure out a way to get home.

December 20, 1992, Reno, NV

Last Christmas was playing on the radio in the motel room as Jason took a drag off a cigarette while he watched Tim try a kickflip for the third time in a row. The plastic lawn chair he was sitting on was rocking back and forth on its feeble legs. He could hear Dick arguing with Bruce on the guest room phone inside, and it was getting heated. Eventually, the conversation ended with Dick calling Bruce a shit father and slamming the phone down. Tim must have heard it from his spot in the parking lot by the way he gave Jason a questioning look but didn’t say anything. 

A few minutes later, Dick stepped out of the room. He sucked in a fresh breath of Reno air before exhaling slowly. It was something he had been doing lately to try and calm down, but, this time, it didn’t seem to be working. 

Taking another drag of his cigarette, he offered it to Dick who declined it with a slight wave of his hand. Jason raised his eyebrows in an ‘you’re loss’ gesture before asking, “What did our dear old Dad say?”

By the sour look on Dick’s face, it hadn’t been anything good. “He’s on some mission and can’t come. He’ll try to get in contact with Alfred, but I doubt he will if it’s not urgent. He also bitched at me for not calling on a ‘secure’ line.”

Jason was all but surprised. Bruce picked and chose when he wanted to be a loving father. Flicking away the bud of his cigarette, he finally said, “This place is too expensive to stay at, even though it’s a fuckin’ dump.” 

“We’ll figure something out,” Dick said, trying to be calm. “I’d like to be home for Christmas. We should be home for the holidays.”

For some reason, that annoyed Jason and he snapped back, “And how are we gonna get there, Richard? Right now, I got thirty dollars to my name, and I would bet that thirty dollars that you got less. I doubt the kid has anything to offer other than piss-poor skateboarding skills.”

“I can hear you, asshole,” Tim shouted across the parking lot. 

Jason ignored him before saying slowly to Dick, “Just give up the Christmas idea.”

“Just because you and Bruce don’t like each other, doesn’t mean he doesn’t like us.”

Dick was sure Jason would have gotten up to hit him just by the look on his younger brother’s face. Standing suddenly, Jason glared down at Dick before turning on his heel to stalk off. Dick, feeling guilty, tried to call him back, but it was useless. With a huff, he retreated into the room. The door slammed shut behind Dick, making Tim jump. 

It had been like a cycle of arguing before coming to a truce since the end of the mission, and Tim had just started to wait until the next time they would blow up at each other. He couldn’t picture Jason keeping any kind of positive attitude of any kind, and Dick didn’t really have the sort of temper that could tolerate anything but happiness and complacency. At the end of it all, it left Tim annoyed, Jason stomping off, and Dick trying not to blow up. 

With a sigh, Tim went to do another kickflip.

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The Wayne's Nanny

Batfamily and Reader/ Bruce Wayne x Reader Chapters Ao3

The Nanny's Ballet

As Cassandra lept and twirled her way to the car, you egged her on until you spotted two men across the parking lot slowly making their way toward the two of you. You should have known that it wouldn’t have been safe to go without Bruce or Alfred–Yet, you insisted that you hadn’t needed either of them. The ballet school was in a relatively safe part of town and there were lights all around the parking lot, so you assumed there would be no trouble. Especially since Batman and Robin frequently patrolled this part of town. 

You called Cassandra back to you, putting yourself between her and the approaching men. Putting the keys into her hands, you instructed her to run to the car if anything were to happen. She only nodded before grabbing onto the back of your skirt.

“Give us your purse,” One of the men said upon approach. 

You threw your bag far enough away that it would create some distance between you and the men, letting you push Cassandra closer to the car. The other man grabbed your wrist, twisting it in a way that made you cry out in pain, as he demanded your jewelry. 

“That little girl had some nice earrings,” The guy who grabbed your purse said. 

You ordered Cassandra to get into the car and lock it, which she did without question. You fought against the two men, hitting one in the face with your fist as you attempted to kick the other one. 

You cried out again when one of them hit you in the stomach, making you double over in pain. No sooner had they done that did you hear one of them begin to scream. You looked up, seeing a black mass moving with ease and somehow avoiding all the light. Your heart leaped into your throat, but you looked back to the car to see Cassandra looking back at you through the driver’s window. Taking the opportunity, you ran to the car and got in, throwing it into reverse as you swerved out of the parking lot. 

“Are you okay?” You asked breathlessly. Your head was still spinning from the hit to the stomach and your wrist felt like it was throbbing. Cassandra nodded her head, looking a bit too calm, but you supposed that she was doing it for your benefit. “It’s okay. We’ll be home soon.”

When you pulled into the driveway Mr. Wayne was already standing there, looking a bit more panicked than usual. He grabbed Cassandra from the car and urged you to follow, telling you how he had just gotten a call from the police. 

Your bag had been dropped off at the station by none other than Batman, and he had informed them that you were the nanny for the Wayne family. Commissioner Gordon had even called the house himself. 

“I don’t care about the bag,” You said sternly. If Cassandra wasn't there, Bruce was sure you would have put the word ‘fuck’ somewhere in there. “Let’s just get Cassie changed and comfortable.” 

Bruce put Cassandra on the ground once the three of you were through the door, asking her if she was okay and her responding with a confident, “Yup!” 

You wanted to be shocked, but you were still too jumpy to think more of it. With a pat on the back, Bruce sent her on her way with Alfred. It was then you sighed loudly, “I think I need to sit down.”

“Come into the kitchen, then,” Mr. Wayne said, putting his hand on the small of your back as he guided you. 

You dropped onto the wooden chair at the little kitchen table, feeling a bit drained suddenly. Mr. Wayne walked over to the fridge and pulled out a frozen bag of peas, which you would have laughed at if not for the exhaustion. He grabbed at your tender wrist, pressing around it lightly. You winced, feeling the throbbing sensation return as he touched you. 

“Nothing’s broken,” He said as he slid the bag of peas under your wrist.

“Good,” You said quietly. Sniffling, you continued, “Cassandra, are you sure she’s alright?”

Bruce nodded as he sat, letting out a little grunt as he did. You were sure he never noticed he made such sounds when he stood or sat. “My girl has seen worse, unfortunately.”

You didn’t want to ask, and you were sure Bruce wouldn’t tell. He scooted his chair closer towards yours, his eyes moving over your body slowly. It made you feel uncomfortable like he knew what you looked like naked. 

“See somethin’?” You asked as you folded your arms over yourself. 

“Oh,” Bruce sat up straight, acting like he had been caught. “I wasn’t…I was just looking for any other injuries.”

You rubbed your stomach, remembering how the breath left your body for a split second after that punch and how your wrist throbbed after nearly being broken. Bruce touched your knee, making you jump, and he pulled his hand away. 

“Sorry…”

You shook your head, trying not to cry, as you said, “It’s okay. I’m just a bit on edge right now. I should get ready to go to the police station—”

“I’ll pick it up. You need to go upstairs and rest…Look at me,” Mr. Wayne said as he stood. You looked up at him, eyes going wide for a moment as you realized how much you liked hearing him talk to you like that. “It’ll be okay. Cassandra and the kids will be okay. You will be okay. Understand?”

You nodded, sucking in a breath, before standing. You felt determined to forget tonight for a solid ten seconds until the emotion of it all hit you. It was then you burst into tears and grabbed onto Mr. Wayne. You cried into his chest as he awkwardly reciprocated the hug. 

“It was so horrible, Mr. Wayne!” You exclaimed. “I hope Batman gave them what they deserved. They could have seriously hurt Cassandra! My poor girl.”

“Nan? Are you okay?” You both turned to see Jason, along with Cassandra, standing in the kitchen doorway. She whispered something into his ear which made him hurry across the room with arms open. You knelt to meet him, arms open, before holding him close to you. 

Jason rubbed his small hands on your back in an attempt to comfort you, and Cassandra, who was not far behind, joined him. 

“We got you, Nan,” Jason whispered. 

You felt such joy hearing those words and hugged the two of them tighter, urging Mr. Wayne to get in on the hug. He did hesitantly, coming up behind the kids and wrapping his arms around the three of you. 

“I love you kids so much,” You said. 

You pressed a kiss onto the kids’ heads before you caught Mr. Wayne’s eyes. He gave you a soft smile and you felt your heart skip a beat. 

Oh, you finally realized, you really were starting like your boss.

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