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readingkitty · 1 month ago
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The Cat’s Already Out of the Bag
Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader
You never asked much of Jason. Not when it came to his past, not when it came to his scars, and definitely not when it came to the people who shared his blood or masked identities. He told you stories in pieces when he wanted to, in that gruff, careful way he had when he was testing how much of himself he could give without bleeding out. You loved him for it. Loved him in a way that didn’t require explanations or family dinners or Sunday brunches at a mansion.
You introduced him to your mom, to your closest friends. He grumbled, grinned through his teeth, and held your hand the whole time. That was enough.
And so, when he hesitated every time you brought up his family, you let it drop. You weren’t trying to be the girl who needed to be shown off like a trophy. He'd been through hell, and if you were his safe place now, you’d stay that way.
But life, as it turned out, had a stupid sense of humor.
It started at an animal shelter. You’d gone in looking for a cat. Something scrappy, a little moody, something like Jason, if you were being honest. You were crouched in front of a cage when a sharp voice behind you said, “That one is known to bite.”
You turned and saw a kid. Eleven, maybe twelve. Dark hair, posture like he owned the building. His arms were crossed, and he was staring at you like you were in his way.
“Oh?” you smiled. “Well, biting is a love language.”
He blinked. “That is an unhealthy relationship dynamic.”
You laughed, and he tilted his head, like he hadn’t expected that. You ended up chatting as you filled out the forms for adoption. Apparently, he volunteered here to supervise the treatment of the animals. He helped you choose a different cat (“less feral, still appropriately antisocial”), and when he left, he said, “Damian Wayne,” with a slight bow of his head, as if he expected you to already know the name.
You introduced yourself too, completely unaware.
The next was a woman on your train. There was some commotion, guy yelling at a kid, getting too close, too loud, and you got up without thinking, inserting yourself between them before your heart could catch up to your body. The man backed off. You didn’t realize someone else had also intervened until the kid ran off and the stranger beside you murmured, “That was reckless.”
You turned to look at her. Short, dark bobbed hair, sharp, amused eyes.
“Maybe,” you said, breathless. “But it worked.”
She nodded. “Still. You should be careful.”
“You too.”
She smirked. “Always am.”
You learned her name after a few more stops. Cassandra. She helped you find your phone when it slipped under the seat and then vanished when you looked up again.
You ran into Tim at a bookstore, both of you reaching for the same obscure sci-fi novel. You were quick to give it up, but he insisted you take it. You ended up swapping numbers just to geek out about the author later. You didn’t think it weird until weeks later when you realized he never mentioned a last name.
And Dick? You met Dick when you locked your keys in your car and he helped you break into it. You didn’t know who he was until he laughed a little too confidently as he handed your bag back through the cracked window. “Lucky for you, I’ve got a history of breaking and entering,” he’d joked.
“Not sure if I should thank you or report you.”
“I’d recommend neither.”
By the time you met Bruce at a charity gala your boss dragged you to, you were starting to think the universe was playing a prank. He’d spilled his drink on you. Actually spilled it. Then offered his own handkerchief, old-fashioned as hell.
“I’m so sorry,” he’d said. “Are you alright?”
You nodded, a little stunned. “I’m just relieved it wasn’t red wine.”
“Bruce Wayne,” he said.
Of course he was.
You gave your name with a smile that felt like a secret, like the final piece of a very stupid puzzle slotting into place.
Weeks passed. Jason didn’t notice, and you didn’t tell him. How could you? You weren’t trying to meet them. And it wasn’t like they knew who you were. Just some girl with a stubborn cat, an affinity for sci-fi novels, and a habit of helping people.
But eventually, Jason came home one night, stood in the kitchen rubbing the back of his neck, and said, “I think it’s time.”
You looked up from the pan. “Time?”
“To meet the family.”
You blinked. “Seriously?”
He nodded, eyes cautious. “They’ve been asking. I’ve been…holding off. But I want them to meet you.”
You almost laughed. But you didn’t. You just smiled and said, “Okay.”
Wayne Manor looked exactly how you imagined it would: big, brooding, and probably haunted.
Jason squeezed your hand on the way in. You squeezed back. He looked nervous, like he was preparing for a fight.
You walked into the grand room, and...
“Oh, no,” you whispered.
Because Damian was staring at you like you’d grown a second head.
Cass's brows shot up.
Tim nearly dropped his glass.
Dick let out a sharp laugh. “You’re the girlfriend?!”
Jason turned like a dog hearing an intruder.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered. “Don't tell me you know each other.”
“I...well, not all at once,” you said quickly. “It just sort of…kept happening.”
Jason blinked at each of them in turn. “You didn’t mention this?”
“They didn’t know I was your girlfriend,” you said, trying not to laugh.
“And you didn’t think to tell me you met my entire family?!”
You shrugged helplessly. “I thought it’d weird you out.”
Bruce entered the room then, paused mid-step, and said, “You.”
You waved. “Hi, Bruce.”
Jason looked like he might implode. “You met my father?”
You stepped beside him, slid your arm around his waist. “Surprise?”
He stared at you, speechless. And then he laughed. Loud, full-bodied, beautiful. You hadn't heard him laugh like that in weeks.
“Well,” he said, tugging you closer. “I guess the cat’s out of the bag.”
Damian snorted. “Literally.”
Jason groaned. “This family is cursed.”
But his hand never left yours. Not once.
Jason had barely stepped out onto the balcony when he heard the door creak open behind him. He didn’t need to turn to know who it was. Only one of his brothers walked like he was trying not to wake a sleeping baby and get a standing ovation for it.
Dick Grayson. Golden boy. Gotham’s favorite acrobat.
“I’m not gonna give you the talk,” Dick said.
Jason smirked. “You sure? You’ve been practicing it since I was fifteen.”
Dick chuckled and leaned against the railing beside him. “Nah. Figured someone else would get to it before me. Tim’s already making a PowerPoint, probably. And Damian’s writing a list of interview questions.”
“God help me.”
They stood in silence for a moment, the wind brushing through the trees below, the faint clink of laughter and cutlery drifting out through the open window. You were still inside with Cass and Alfred. Jason could hear your voice. Soft, casual. You fit in like you were born to.
“So,” Dick said eventually, nudging him with his shoulder. “How long?”
“Over a year,” Jason said.
Dick turned. “Seriously?”
Jason nodded. “Moved in together a few months ago.”
There was a pause. “Jay…”
“If you’re about to ask why I didn’t tell anyone, save it,” Jason cut in, voice lower. “She’s not…this isn’t like before.”
“I know,” Dick said, without hesitation. “I know that. That’s why I’m here.”
Jason glanced at him, surprised.
Dick shrugged. “You kept her away for a reason. I get that. But now that I’ve seen you together…”
He trailed off, searching for the words.
Jason helped him out. “It’s different.”
“Yeah,” Dick said quietly. “It really is.”
Jason leaned forward on his elbows. “She never asked for any of this. Not the Batcave, not the guilt. She just…makes space. You know?”
Dick nodded, slowly. “She didn’t flinch when Cass told that story about the broken jaw incident.”
“She laughed.”
“Exactly.”
Jason didn’t say anything for a while. Just let the weight of it settle in his chest, the kind of good weight that made you feel anchored, like maybe your feet belonged somewhere after all.
“Do you love her?” Dick asked, not with suspicion, but with a kind of quiet respect.
Jason didn’t answer right away.
He thought of the way you touched his hand when you thought no one was watching. The way you filled his apartment with warmth without even trying. The way you made the worst parts of him feel like they were still worth loving.
“Yeah,” he said finally. “I do.”
Dick smiled, a real one this time. “Then you did good, little brother.”
Jason rolled his eyes. “Don’t call me that.”
“No promises.”
They stood there together for another minute. No more questions, no more pressure. Just two brothers in the chill Gotham air, one of them finally realizing that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t alone anymore.
From inside, your laughter rang out again.
“I’m going back in,” Jason muttered.
“Yeah?” Dick smirked. “Can’t stand to be away from her for five minutes?”
Jason flipped him off as he pushed open the balcony door.
But the truth was…yeah. He couldn’t.
a/n: My spin on meeting the Wayne family. Um...Hi, fandom?
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readingkitty · 1 month ago
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LOOKS SO GOOD I COULD DIE
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requested: by anon
pairing: dick grayson x fem! reader
summary: a special gift for a special day.
warnings: nsfw themes, 18+ mdni
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Your heart hammered wildly in your chest, feeling as if it were about to burst free from behind your rib cage. Knees jiggling relentlessly as you grasped the edges of the once pristinely wrapped photo album, now crinkled from your anxious clenching.
Forcing yourself to relax, you release your death grip on the present, wiping your sweat-soaked hands on one of the decorative couch pillows as you anxiously wait for Dick to get out of the shower.
He'd done his absolute best to ensure you'd get to spend your anniversary together, and for the most part, he'd succeeded. The morning had been spent together, blissfully sleeping in an extra few hours, all cuddled up, before enjoying brunch in a cute little cafe that he'd rented out.
An act that made your gift seem like chump change in comparison, though you weren't entirely opposed to spending Bruce's money if it meant you were awarded some privacy.
Your day had been perfect, right up until Scarecrow had decided today was the day to attempt a takeover of Gotham City. You hadn't even protested, sending him off to help with a soft kiss and a promise to be safe.
You'd been so worried for him that you hadn't been in the headspace to even think about his possible reaction to your gift, practically pacing a hole in the floor as you anxiously awaited his safe return.
The sun had just set over the Bludhaven horizon when Dick scrambled through your shared apartment window, and you were at his side in an instant, hands roving over his body as you searched him for any injuries.
"I'm ok, I'm not hurt, I'm ok." He murmured reassuringly, taking your trembling hands in his gloved ones, thumbs rubbing soothing circles over the back of your palms.
You collapse into him in your relief, leaning your forehead against his, still clutching his hands.
"Sweetheart, I'm gross, let me go shower, then we can continue with our night?" You're a little reluctant to let him go, giving him another once-over to triple-check he wasn't hiding any injuries before you release him from your bruising grip.
Now, you were filled with a different brand of anxiety as you waited for your partner, and you once again began to worry about how he would react.
It had been a near-impossible task to keep your gift a surprise from your overly paranoid, detective-trained partner, especially something as sensitive as intimate photographs of yourself, yet somehow you'd managed. Even if you were beginning to wish you hadn't.
Lost in your anxious spiral, you don't hear the shower turn off, nor do you notice Dick's presence until he's seated next to you on the couch, a towel still slung over his shoulders as he dries his hair.
Your traitorous eyes unintentionally follow the path a stray droplet of water carves down his neck below the tank top he'd thrown on. A smirk graces his unfairly perfect lips, "See something you like?"
You jolt, scowling at him as you try to ignore the heat building beneath your skin. "Keep teasing me and you won't get your present."
"Wait, no! I want my present!" He gasped, reaching out with grabby hands toward the gift resting on your lap, prompting you to lift it above your head and stick out your tongue. Only to screech when he tackled you down on the couch, wresting the gift from your hands with a victorious cheer.
Before you can protest, he's dancing out of your grip, tearing off the wrapping enthusiastically as your stomach swoops with nerves.
"Dick, wait—"
"Aww, babe, a photo album? That's so cute—" He flips the cover open, words dying as he nearly chokes on his tongue. He's completely speechless, a pretty pink flush covering his cheeks and slipping below the neckline of his shirt.
"Sweetheart... you..." he gasped, eyes twitching back and forth between you and the album as his fingers graze the pictures reverently.
"Do you... Like it?" You squeak, chewing on your lower lip.
"Like it?" His voice is a little hysterical, as he flutters in place, torn between going to you and continuing his perusal of the sensual portraits you'd seen fit to gift a mere plebian like him.
Tearing his gaze from the images of you looking like an absolute goddess, adorned in a shade of blue lingerie reminiscent of his nightwing suit, he stares at you with pleading intensity, "Please tell me you still have this set!"
"I... I'm wearing it right now." You admit, fiddling with the oversized shirt you're wearing as a cover.
You watch as he lightly tosses the album onto the coffee table, nearly leaping toward you as he pins you to the couch.
"Dick!" You screech, butterflies erupting in your stomach as he peppers your face with kisses and reaches for the bottom of your shirt, "what are you doing?"
"Unwrapping my second present." He grins cheekily, discarding your top across the room as he stares down at you reverently.
You squirm beneath his heated gaze, fighting the instinct to cover yourself with your arms, you know, after years of being together, that Dick doesn't like it when you do.
His fingers traced the fabric gently as he leaned in to kiss you, only to confuse you when he abruptly pulled away. "Wait! Who else saw you like this?" His eyes narrowed as you rolled yours.
"Just the photographer Dick, and she was very professional."
"Oh, I'll bet she was," He grumbled under his breath, yelping when you elbow him.
"Baby, you can't blame for being sceptical, you're a vision." He breathed, and you melt.
"Though from now on, I'm the only one that gets to see you like this."
"Just you." You agree dazedly, looping your arms around his neck to pull him back into a kiss, "Happy anniversary, Dick."
"Happy anniversary, babe." He grins against your lips, "Now let me show you how much I love you."
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readingkitty · 2 months ago
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REALIZATION - JASON TODD
Summary: Jason realized he is in love with you.
Word count: 1k-ish
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
Notes: It's been a while since I've dabbled at writing so please be kind! Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!
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It was supposed to be a simple stakeout. In and out. Quick recon, report back to Bruce. But Jason Todd found himself distracted. And it wasn’t the suspicious vans in the alley below or the rival gang’s unusual coordination—it was you.
You were perched beside him on the rooftop’s ledge, crouched with easy balance only honed by years of training. The glow of the Gotham skyline reflected in your eyes as you scanned the street, your face partially hidden behind your black mask. The night was cold, but Jason swore he felt heat radiating off you whenever your shoulder brushed his.
“Red, you’re staring again,” you murmured, not looking away from your binoculars. Your voice was teasing, but there was an edge of curiosity you couldn’t hide.
“Just keeping tabs on my partner,” he grumbled. But even he didn’t believe his own excuse.
You turned your head, smirking as you caught his helmet tilted just slightly in your direction. “That right? Or are you afraid I’ll do all the work and make you look bad?”
He scoffed, leaning back against the rusty rooftop vent, arms crossed over his broad chest. “Please. I’d let you think you’re winning, but my ego’s too fragile.”
You chuckled, the sound soft in the night, and he felt it resonate in his bones. God, he was screwed. He wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Not after everything he’d been through. Not after dying, coming back, and deciding love was a luxury he’d never afford. But you had a way of tearing down every defense he’d ever built.
A low crackle in your comms cut through the moment. “Movement on the west side,” Oracle’s voice filtered through. “Three hostiles unloading crates.”
You nodded, focused again. “Got it. Ready?”
He hesitated. Not because he doubted your skill—you were one of the best he’d ever worked with—but because he hated the thought of you getting hurt. Still, he smothered it. You weren’t a civilian. You were his equal. His partner.
You gave him a quick glance. “Jason?”
He nodded sharply. “Let’s move.”
Together, you descended the fire escape in silent synchronization, landing in the shadows behind a dumpster. The two of you moved like predators through the alley, the moonlight catching on your knives, his twin pistols glinting. He loved the way you worked—fluid, fearless, perfectly complementing his own brutal efficiency.
One of the thugs turned, eyes widening at the sight of Red Hood’s glowing optics. “Shit—”
Jason shot first, the rubberized round dropping the guy before he could raise an alarm. You slipped past him, your blade slashing a gun from another’s hands before kicking him into a stack of crates.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Jason saw movement: a third man, creeping up behind you with a glint of silver in his hand. “(Y/N)!” he bellowed.
Time slowed. He lunged, slamming into you just as the knife arced downward. Pain exploded in his shoulder as steel bit deep, but he ignored it, adrenaline drowning out everything except the feeling of you cradled against him.
The last thug fled into the night, footsteps fading.
“Jay!” you gasped, rolling him onto his back, your hands immediately pressing against his bleeding wound. “Stay with me! Dammit, don’t you dare check out on me now!”
He hissed as you applied pressure, every nerve screaming. But what burned more was the raw terror in your eyes. You were terrified for him. And that fear shattered the last of his resolve.
He reached up, fingers brushing your cheek, smearing blood. “You’re… beautiful,” he rasped, a tremor in his voice. “And I’m so goddamn in love with you.”
Your eyes widened, shining with tears. “Jason…” You hesitated, breath catching, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, your hand cupped his face, thumb brushing his stubble where the helmet didn’t cover.
“I mean it,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I’ve been fighting it for weeks. Months, maybe. But seeing you in danger tonight—I can’t lose you. I won’t.”
Your lips parted, trembling. “Then don’t,” you said fiercely. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”
He let out a strangled laugh, even as blood pooled beneath him. “Good. Because you’re stuck with me now.”
Sirens wailed in the distance. He could already hear the Batmobile roaring toward them. But the world felt small—just you and him, framed by broken bricks and the glow of the Gotham moon.
You helped him sit up carefully, propping him against the dumpster. “You idiot,” you murmured, voice shaking but laced with relief. “You scared the hell out of me.”
He smirked weakly. “Had to make it dramatic. It’s my thing.”
You snorted, wiping a tear from your cheek. “You’re impossible.”
“Yeah,” he rasped, leaning his helmet against your shoulder. “But I’m your impossible.”
Moments later, Batman landed in the alley, cape billowing. He barely spared Jason a glare before moving to check the area. Nightwing dropped down next, eyebrows rising when he saw you cradling Red Hood.
“Need a hand?” Dick asked carefully.
You nodded, but your eyes never left Jason’s. “We’re good,” you whispered to him, voice soft but certain.
“Damn right we are,” Jason murmured, reaching for your hand and gripping it tight. He might’ve been bleeding, broken, and reckless—but in that moment, he felt invincible.
Because he finally knew what he’d been missing all along: you.
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readingkitty · 3 months ago
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Yeah so that relationship went horribly. She was manipulative as hell. I thankfully broke up with her before it got too bad but I was SO tired. And that years grades are shittier. I looked tired too in those pictures. Like SO pale. sickly.
I’m gonna stay away from dating women I meet at the club from now on. Especially considering I’m a homebody.
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readingkitty · 5 months ago
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Thank you sm! I’ll find time to sit down and talk to her about it as soon as I come up w a game plan 💝
Asking for relationship advice as an asexual lesbian 🙏🏻
If anyone has advice read on for the story and lmk
So I just got into a new relationship. I have never really been in one that I actually wanted to be in before. (This statement has a complicated backstory.) So idk everything is new.
I’m not sure how to approach this topic with her as we’re not even at that point of our relationship but basically I’m on the asexual spectrum. How do I bring up to fact that I might not want to be intimate with her very often or possibly at all.
I’m still not exactly sure what i identify with in terms of asexuality but my best guess would be acespike probably.
We’ve been going out since the 12th of January.
Anyway idk if I will talk to her about it anytime soon but I don’t want her to think I don’t like her or smth,, cause I really do, she’s amazing. It’s just kinda gnawing away at me.
I also don’t know who else to ask without them getting too involved with my life? If that makes sense? And they do respect my boundaries but idk I think I’m kinda embarrassed? (which ik I shouldn’t be, but) it’s just I haven’t really confronted that aspect of my sexuality really.
Anyway sorry for the word vomit and thank you 🫡
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readingkitty · 6 months ago
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forgot to post this here :’)
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highschool caitvi comic(s)
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readingkitty · 6 months ago
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bring them back
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hi i am new to tumblr! sorry if im doing anything wrong im still learning how this website works! anyway this is caitvi if they met when they were young and nothing bad ever happened to them ever <3
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readingkitty · 6 months ago
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SEBIAN LEX
@junoisded
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happy arcane s2 eve to all who celebrate!! wahoo
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readingkitty · 6 months ago
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Asking for relationship advice as an asexual lesbian 🙏🏻
If anyone has advice read on for the story and lmk
So I just got into a new relationship. I have never really been in one that I actually wanted to be in before. (This statement has a complicated backstory.) So idk everything is new.
I’m not sure how to approach this topic with her as we’re not even at that point of our relationship but basically I’m on the asexual spectrum. How do I bring up to fact that I might not want to be intimate with her very often or possibly at all.
I’m still not exactly sure what i identify with in terms of asexuality but my best guess would be acespike probably.
We’ve been going out since the 12th of January.
Anyway idk if I will talk to her about it anytime soon but I don’t want her to think I don’t like her or smth,, cause I really do, she’s amazing. It’s just kinda gnawing away at me.
I also don’t know who else to ask without them getting too involved with my life? If that makes sense? And they do respect my boundaries but idk I think I’m kinda embarrassed? (which ik I shouldn’t be, but) it’s just I haven’t really confronted that aspect of my sexuality really.
Anyway sorry for the word vomit and thank you 🫡
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readingkitty · 9 months ago
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It’s my dayyy babessss
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readingkitty · 1 year ago
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yeah they were flirting in that honda odyssey
based on this text post that made me audibly laugh
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He is Not Listening
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readingkitty · 1 year ago
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Matt Murdock vs Frank Castle
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