#jason todd thoughts™

[mostly-imagines]

The Morning After The Venus Drug

You wake to an ache that runs straight through your muscles and into your bones. Your eyelids feel weighted as you try to blink yourself to consciousness, the fabric of the pillowcase an unexpectedly tough barrier.

You lay on your stomach, bed sheets pooling around your waist. You recognize the weight of Jason’s arm over you before you see him, hair tousled and face scrunched up against your same pillow.

His cheeks are flushed pink and he’s still perspired, but he looks peaceful. You press the back of your hand to his forehead, frowning at the heat you’re met with.

You try your hardest to unwrap his arm from around your torso without waking him, an action that requires far more energy than you were hoping to capitulate to. But that movement turns out to be nothing compared to the ache felt when you try to move your legs.

A slight shift has you immediately stilling, the soreness between your legs proving to be more severe than anticipated. You stifle a groan, slowly pushing yourself to sit up. You have to take a moment to rest your muscles as your legs hang limp over the side of the bed.

Your legs are shaky and unstable as you try to stand and you nearly fall back onto the bed. You need a few practice steps before you’re able to pick up any actual pace towards the door.

You sit on the side of the tub while you clean yourself up, the skin of your thighs almost too tender to bear the ruggedness of the rag. You can’t be sure of how many rounds you went last night, but if you’re in this kind of shape, he must be worse off.

On your way to toss the used cloth in favor of a new one, a glance in the mirror has you double-taking. The hickies scattered across your neck and collarbone are blossoming dark and to be expected. However, the sight of bruises littered across your waist and hips draw some extra attention. They don’t hurt, really, the marks mostly bring forth warm feelings.

But you know that Jason won’t feel the same upon discovering them, so you figure it's best to cover them up for now.

You quietly shuffle through the bedroom drawers and pull out one of his gray shirts that’s even a little big on him. It drowns you out, more than enough to cover your rembrandts from last night.

The floorboards creak as you make your way to the kitchen, steps stiff and awkward. The warm orange light flowing in from the living room curtains is soothing, if not far too bright.

With a restrained pull, you pop the fridge open, careful not to let the unseal make too much noise. You collect a bottle of water and dampen the extra rag with cool water from the faucet.

You tiptoe back to the bedroom, supplies in hand. The mattress springs squeak slightly as your weight returns to them.

One hand comes to rest on Jason’s back as water from the washcloth drips down your other arm. “Hey,” you trace nonsense patterns into his skin, hoping the sensation will be enough to rouse him like it usually is.

But he doesn’t so much as stir, still breathing deeply. “Jay?” you shake him lightly, “You gotta wake up, baby.”

His eyes squeeze shut harder and a groan reverberates from deep in his throat. “Fuck…”

“Hey pretty boy,” you murmur, brushing his hair back. His face burrows further into the pillow as his hand comes up to blindly search for your thigh, kneading your skin once he finds you. “How you feel?”

“Like I got hit by a train,” he croaks, turning his head hesitantly into the light to look at you. He squints as he takes in the sight of you, slowly shifting onto his back. “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head tenderly, “Just sore.” You hold the water out to him, “Here.”

He looks at the water, then back to you. You huff, “Just drink it. I’ll have some after.”

He perches himself up on his elbow, taking the bottle from your hand with a pout. He chugs down three gulps before pushing the drink back in your hands expectantly. You feel his eyes on you as you take your own sips, only moving to sit up completely when he’s satisfied with your hydration.

He grunts as he adjusts his muscles to the new position, holding a hand out. “Lemme see you.”

“I’m alright,” you tell him, trying to mitigate his worry before it begins.

But his face only sterns, voice becoming serious. “Then let me see you.”

You’re ready to argue more to save him from the sure-to-come guilt, but he tugs your shirt up anyway, blinking a few times to get a clearer look at your skin.

Delicate hands come to hold you by the sides of your ribs, nudging you this way and that to examine the bruises littered across your skin. “Oh fuck, baby..”

He leans in close, running featherlight touches over the marks. “I don’t…” his chest drops, “I don’t remember doing that.”

You nod in understanding, taking his hands in yours and pulling them away from your body. “They don’t hurt. I like seeing them.”

He peers up at you skeptically and you nod again. “I like them. A lot. I like anything you give me.”

He closes his eyes and drops his head, “I should give you nicer things. Less painful.”

You gently push his face up to look at yours, keeping hold of his cheeks. “You do give me nice things,” you tell him before pressing a slow kiss to his lips. You rest your forehead against his, “But I like the rougher things too. Especially when I get them while you’re feeling good.”

His hands cover yours, moving them back down and turning them so he can hold them properly. “You’re okay?”

“I’m better than okay. Can guarantee I’m feeling better than you are anyways.” You pull back, scanning over his flushed face. You pick up the rag from your now considerably wet thigh, dabbing his forehead with it. “You look overheated.”

He relaxes a bit against the coolness, “Yeah, the effects of the toxin take a little while to wear all the way off. It’s not so bad anymore though.”

You nudge him to lay back down, draping the cloth over his head. He looks over you fondly as you lay a light kiss on his collarbone before tucking yourself into his side with closed eyes.

[iydiamartinx]

Jason [looking at Dick]: If you were a gardening tool, you’d be a hoe.

Dick [offended]: Hey!

Damian [completely serious]: I’m inclined to agree with Todd’s deduction. The statistics back it up.

[Tim choking on his coffee and dying of laughter in the background.]

Dick: I’m not that bad!

Stephanie and Duke [in unison]: Yes, you are.

[Cass sheepishly nodding in agreement]

[Dick looks to Barbara for backup, who only raises a brow, and he blinks as he remembers their relationship history.]

Dick [defeated]: …Okay, fair.

[peachie-wren13]

So I got two whole reblogs and one comment on my whiny littly post about sharing my art.

I'm giving the people what they want.

First off, this is Len, they are my DC oc from my as yet unposted fanfic. They are Jason's partner and a menace. They own and operate a cafe and they are very dear to me I will happily share more info if you ask.

My Jason design c: I spent an ungodly amount of time on him. There's a lot more personality/dynamic related shit on his notes page and a lot of them have to do with my fic. I treat my fictional goobers like barbie dolls so I decide what their personalities look like and you can fight me on that.

Sketch-page I did of the two of em and a lazy body type comparison bc I need you to understand how LORGE Jason is compared to Len.

Please ask me questions about them and maybe I'll finish my fic and post it. I love talking about them 🩵✨

I'm gonna make a separate post with my friend's fanart of them 🩵

[multi-fandom-imagine]

“Ultimate Husband. Ultimate Girl Dad.” || Jason Todd ||

A/n: i love Jason

The world knew Jason Todd as the brooding, gun-wielding vigilante who didn’t play by the rules. Gotham’s Red Hood. Ruthless, relentless. The guy who once came back from the dead and made Hell look like it owed him rent.

But at home?

At home, he was someone else entirely.

He was barefoot in the kitchen, shirtless with a pair of low-slung sweats, a sleepy smile on his face as he danced your baby girl around the stove while cooking pancakes.

“Is she helping?” you teased from the doorway, rubbing your swollen belly—another little girl on the way.

Jason turned, his hair tousled and eyes crinkled from a rare night of sleep. “Of course,” he said with mock seriousness. “She’s my sous chef. Aren’t you, peanut?”

Your toddler, with her jet-black curls and Jason’s piercing blue eyes, nodded solemnly from her perch on his hip. “I mix,” she announced proudly, holding up a dripping whisk.

“Mix?” you echoed, eyebrows raised. “Or taste-test?”

Jason smirked, leaning in to kiss your temple. “We’re multitasking.”

Jason Todd: Girl Dad Moments™

• He lets your daughter paint his nails pink while pretending to hate it, but will glare at anyone who so much as snickers when he forgets to take it off before a mission. (“You got a problem with ballet slipper pink, Nightwing?”)

• Tea parties? Every damn day. He fits his massive frame into tiny plastic chairs, wears glittery tiaras, and sips invisible tea like it’s whiskey. You once caught him deep in a philosophical conversation with a stuffed unicorn named Sparklebutt.

• He’s the one who cries during princess movies. Blames allergies. You let it slide.

• He teaches her to throw punches and protect her heart. “Anyone makes you cry? Daddy will ruin their credit score and make it look like an accident.”

As a Husband?

Jason is fiercely devoted. Protective in that quiet, simmering way that doesn’t always need words. He folds your laundry, rubs your back when the baby kicks too much at night, and memorized all your cravings before you did.

One night, when the baby wouldn’t stop crying, he took her out on the balcony and sang old Bruce Springsteen songs under the stars, rocking her until she calmed, unaware that you were standing in the doorway—watching, aching, loving him more than you thought possible.

When you curled up beside him later, he whispered, “I don’t care if they inherit my temper or your sweet tooth. As long as they know they’re loved.”

You smiled against his chest. “They will. Because they’ve got you.”

Bonus:

• He keeps a picture of you and the girls tucked into the lining of his Red Hood helmet. Says it reminds him what he’s fighting for.

• He cries at every birthday. Every one. (“She was just born like five seconds ago, babe.”)

• He still calls you “sweetheart” in that gruff, gravelly voice like you’re the only thing grounding him to this world.

Jason Todd may have been born in Gotham’s gutter and risen through fire and fury.

But with you?

With your girls?

He was home.

And that—that was his greatest victory.

[peachie-wren13]

There is something so visceral about interpreting Jason's character and the idea that this kid who comes back from the dead and finds the only real dad he ever knew has replaced him, AND the only reminder of himself he sees is that godforsaken "Good Soldier" inscription on his grave.

So angry and desperate for recognition (and attention) he starts killing people, putting on an act, becoming something ugly and dangerous all for the sake of proving himself to Bruce in some fucked up way. He misplaces that anger towards Tim but he should've been the last. Joker fucking killed him and still Bruce puts another child in the line of fire.

Because he's a kid and he's angry and from his point of view, Bruce didn't give two fucks about him. he was just a soldier, replacable, cannon fodder, a casualty of war.

Also have feelings about "just him, and doing it because he took me away from you" and "I've never seen you hit Joker that hard, and you hate him"

idk maybe I'm projecting my own parental issues here but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Just saw artwork of Jason doing the heads in a duffle bag thing and—-

I’m sorry but there’s just something so visceral and horrifying about a teenager sawing heads off people in a display for power.

Were they bad people? Yes. Did they deserve it? Probably. Did it send a message? Absolutely. Is it still horrifying? Heck yeah.

Just—- knowing Jason and his background, it’s just so heartrendingly tragic. I don’t even think he liked doing it, I’m just imagining him having to throw up afterwards before putting his helmet back on and playing tough crime lord again. The amount of self loathing he must feel whenever he thinks too hard about his actions. Falling asleep and seeing that—

Just— emotional repercussions, man. They’re real…

[dhazefawn]

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♡ · REQUEST ── ❝ Could I pretty please request a fic thats Jason Todd X reader!!! But like... Reader is THAT girl . . . She has and always will be the shit of Gotham . . . Jason and reader have been friends since his robin dayz, and after he dies they still get back together and resume their bad bitch couple shit . . . it melts ppls hearts. ❞

⊹ 💬 · these reqs are so fun i love writing jaybeans and reader totally in love and being the hottest people in the room <3

ഒ DIRECTORY⠀;⠀RULES⠀;⠀TALK HERE⠀;⠀HEADCANONS

Jason thinks he knows what sanctuary feels like—heaven built brick by brick by the hands of an angel he once knew before the waves of the Lazarus Pit covered him completely. It changed his young skin into something marred.

He did come back. He clawed his way out of his grave. But he came back wrong. He left something of the boy he used to be under that dirt. The name ‘Jason Todd’ etched upon that gravestone was long forgotten by most.

By most. Not all.

There had been white lilies upon his grave. It was like clockwork. Every month She came to him—or where She thought he rested. He watched from afar. His eyes never left the angel he used to know—his sanctuary.

She had grown up into something otherworldly. She wasn’t the girl he used to see during the Galas Bruce dragged him to, clinging to her parents as if everyone else around her scared her. Her glossy eyed stare had found him then. It had been so easy to attach himself to Her.

She was his friend. Is still now by the look of it. She never stopped visiting with those White Lilies, grieving losing something as if he was something She held dear.

She’s something different now. The girl She was still lingered behind those sharp eyes—hypnotizing to a fault—eyes that used to trap him in their hold and still continue to do so to this day.

She walks with a purpose now. Every step is calculated. People in Gotham City worship or curse the ground She walks on. It doesn’t change the fact everyone knows Her. Everyone notices Her.

She shines the brightest in this whole damned city.

He had wished She could shine upon him as well. He took his chance. Like a dog scratching at its owner’s door, begging to be let in—he caved and ran to the only sanctuary he’d known—Her.

She opened the door.

It was a dark night when he visited Her. The alabaster moon’s light was akin to a halo around Her. Her hair was perfectly imperfect—styled but slightly messy from sleeping. Her skin just as alive as he remembered it.

Her eyes still looked at him as if She loved his own sea-green eyes. Her hands now slender and soft—different from the calloused hands of his—still tender as they grazed his face, testing if he was real. As if this was a dream for Her, as if She dreamed of him.

The way She brought him into Her hold felt like a dream. The way She let him wrap his arms around her felt like a dream.

He’d entered the sanctuary again after that night alongside Her. Or maybe, the sanctuary was always just Her.

Next to Her he felt alive. The boy Jason Todd came alive under Her touch. It felt akin to lightning under his fingertips. It felt like a drug he was getting addicted to.

She was his. He was Hers.

The wide-eyed stares the two of them got was ever so worth it. Gotham City’s angel had brought heaven to the devil. Her hands played the entire Gotham elite like an instrument. She was Gotham City’s crowned princess, and him—the prince.

The media was alive with rumors about the two of them.

‘Is Love Real? Jason Todd's Soft Eyes™ Only for Gotham's It Girl: Gotham gasps. Media combusts. Hearts melt.’

Jason wasn’t used to this kind of light.

Not from the moon, not from Her living room dimmed by candlelight, not from the soft flash of paparazzi bulbs trying to catch a glimpse of their joined silhouettes through the tinted windows of a passing car.

He wasn’t used to being seen like this.

Not as a weapon. Not as a story of resurrection gone wrong.

But as Hers.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

There's something about the way She walks beside him. Like Gotham belongs to Her and She’s just letting everyone else borrow the sidewalk.

Jason doesn’t flinch under the eyes anymore. He used to. Used to brace himself for whispers or stares, expecting judgment or recognition or worse.

But now—now the stares are different.

They’re envious.

Jason said, “You wanna ditch this place?” His voice carried the weight of a man who’d learned the value of simple pleasures after tasting both death and resurrection.

She turned to him, eyes gleaming like She knew every life he'd lived—and said, “Yeah. But I'm driving.” The words simple but carrying universes between them.

He’d never loved a voice more in his life.

The next morning, tabloids were in flames.

‘Gotham's Golden Girl and the Reformed Robin.’

A grainy photo of them in a booth at some dive on the east end—Her in his leather jacket, him smiling like he forgot how to scowl, like happiness wasn’t just something that happened to other people.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

Tim said, “So, this is a thing now?” His voice cutting through the manor’s morning quiet like a curious bird.

Jason shrugged, sipping coffee in the manor kitchen like he didn’t just spend the night wrapped in silk sheets and Her perfume, like dawn hadn’t broken over his skin with Her breath against his neck. “Guess it is.”

“Since when?”

“Since she opened the damn door.” And with those words, heaven had let him back in.

Dick walked in, caught sight of the look on Jason's face and went, “Oh my god, he's in love.” The words hanging in the air like a revelation.

That’s when Roy burst in through the back entrance, wild-haired and sleep-deprived, clearly running off three hours of rest and one Red Bull, a whirlwind of motion and disbelief.

“I just saw the photo, and I swear to God, tell me it's Photoshop.”

Jason blinked. “Morning to you too, Harper.”

Roy stormed into the kitchen, phone in hand, showing the now-viral tabloid shot of Her sitting on Jason’s motorcycle in a black leather mini-dress and his jacket like she was the poster girl for ‘my boyfriend’s a reformed vigilante and I run this city.’

“This. This is real?! You and her?!”

Jason didn't even look. “Yeah. Real.” In those two words, the certainty of a man who’d touched divinity and lived to tell about it.

Tim sipped his drink like this was better than reality television.

Dick leaned against the fridge, smirking. “He’s been soft for her since we were kids.”

Roy stared at all of them, processing, then slowly sat down at the kitchen island like his legs gave out. “No, I need a minute. I’m dizzy. Jason Todd has a goddess who voluntarily chooses to hang out with him?”

Jason raised a brow. “You good?”

“No! I am not good!” Roy pointed dramatically. “You’re hot in a feral, ‘I fought my way out of hell’ kinda way. She’s hot in a ‘Vogue cover and private yacht in Monaco’ kinda way. That math doesn't math.”

“Sounds like jealousy to me.” Jason just grinned like the devil himself got a second chance at heaven.

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[dollishmehrayan]

# “SUDDENLY I SEE, THIS IS WHAT I WANNA BE” ── .✦ ( batboys w a zoologist/someone who’s very passionate about animals!reader ⋆౨ৎ )

dollish note ⋆౨ৎ: okay so this was a request by anon (here) and alsoo I’ve been like kinda gone as like much as I said I’d be back in march I thought that my days like have this gap in them where I can write for you guys so I thought why not entertain + carry my life yk? Anywayss enjoy ! <3 tags: (batboys x fem!reader)

© dollishmehrayan — ( all rights reserved to me. These works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. Thank you for understanding dollies! )

DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

The Supportive Golden Retriever Boyfriend™

Dick absolutely adores how passionate you are about animals. He finds it so endearing that you can go on a 20-minute tangent about why capybaras are the ultimate chill kings of the animal world literally (we love a supportive king 💪)

He’ll sit there, chin propped in his hand, watching you with literal heart eyes as you explain fun animal facts. "Did you know that sea otters hold hands while they sleep so they don’t drift apart??”, he just responds with: "Babe, that’s literally us."

When you take him to the zoo, he’s your number-one cheerleader. He’s the guy hyping you up when you go full National Geographic mode. "Damn, look at my girl go! Bet the zookeepers are taking notes."

But also… chaos. You tell him about a random animal, and the next day, you get a text:

Dick: Babe, can we get a capybara?

You: No???

Dick: I already named him Carl. (Bad at name giving)

100% buys you animal plushies. You say you love red pandas? Boom. He’s bringing you a giant red panda plush the size of a toddler.

If he catches you watching animal documentaries at 2 AM, he will absolutely join in. You both end up getting emotionally attached to some random meerkat family.

JASON TODD ── .✦

The “Pretends Not To Care But Absolutely Does” Boyfriend

At first, he acts like it’s no big deal. You start talking about octopus intelligence, and he’s like, “Yeah, cool.” But then he’s actually listening.

You’ll randomly hear him drop animal facts he learned from you in casual conversation. "Did you know crows can recognize human faces?" And then he just walks away like he didn’t just absorb your entire personality.

You try to take him to the zoo. He acts reluctant. "Babe, I’m too old for this." But the second he sees the wolves? Yeah, he’s standing there for 20 minutes, fully invested.

Secretly loves big cats. If a tiger so much as looks at him, he’s like, “Yeah, that’s my guy, he fw me.”

Jason will 100% fake annoyance when you go on animal rants, but he’d never actually tell you to stop. He’ll just shake his head, smirking. "Babe, you’re literally an unpaid Discovery Channel host."

But if anyone ELSE tries to make fun of your animal obsession? Oh, he’s fighting them. "What, you don’t think learning about the mating habits of penguins isn’t interesting? You go right out the door before I drag you to it.”

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

The “Actually, This Is Fascinating” Nerd Boyfriend

Tim is so invested in your knowledge. He treats every animal fact you tell him like it’s groundbreaking news.

"Wait, wait, explain how ants communicate again?" You blink. "Tim, I’ve told you this three times." "Yeah, but I need to visualize it properly."

Will absolutely go down research rabbit holes just so he can talk to you about animals on your level. You wake up to a text at 3 AM:

Tim: So technically, a shrimp can punch as fast as a bullet?

You think he’s tired when you take him to the zoo? Nope. He’s taking notes. He will challenge the tour guide with additional facts.

If you’re working on any zoology projects, he’s your biggest supporter. Need funding for animal conservation? He’s pulling Wayne Enterprises money and some drake money too.

One time, you found him watching bird videos for fun. When you called him out, he just said, "They're cool, okay?"

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

The “Of Course, My Beloved” Boyfriend

Listen. This is his dream relationship. Animals? Passion for them? You’re his soulmate LOCKEDDD INNNNN.

Will literally test you. "What do you know about Tibetan mastiffs?" If you pass? Immediate respect. If you don’t? "Tt. I will educate you."

You and him are unstoppable in animal debates. No one dares question your combined knowledge. Someone tries to say "cats don’t have feelings"? You and Damian tag-team destroy them.

You 100% have “who loves animals more” competitions. "I saved a hawk yesterday." "Tt. I rehabilitated a stray cat." "I named a baby goat after you." "...Beloved."

Dates? Animal sanctuaries. Zoos. Wildlife reserves. This man is taking you on the most eco-friendly, animal-filled dates ever.

One time, you found him talking to a cow. You swear it understood him. (Batcow ofc 🙂‍↕️)

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

Very thoughtful husband

Secretly impressed by your knowledge. You caught him actually listening when you explained how dolphins have names for each other.

Would 100% fund a wildlife conservation project just because you’re passionate about it.

(Fuck this man fr I don’t have ideas for him🥲)

[incorrectbatfam]

If Shark Tank existed in the DC universe

Jason: Good evening, sharks. My name is Jason Todd, but don't let the fact that my father is on the panel dissuade the rest of you from investing. I am here with my partner in more ways than one, Roy Harper.

Bruce: More ways in one? What—

Jason: Have you ever hung out with your family and thought to yourself, "Damn, we have a really bad habit of dying. What can we do?" Well, look no further, because our product will revolutionize the entire concept of parenting. We call it Responsibility™.

Roy: *walks out holding Lian*

Jason: As my partner is modeling for you, Responsibility will not only keep your child alive, but it will also ensure that your child grows up to be a well-adjusted member of society.

Roy: *spins around*

Jason: Our child safety technology combines your classic Adult Supervision with our state-of-the-art Age-Appropriate Activity instincts. Allow us to demonstrate.

Jason: Roy, is patrolling the city at night in spandex an appropriate activity for an eight-year-old? Without Responsibility™, you might say something like...

Roy: Of course! And while we're at it, let's get this small child a lethal weapon.

Jason: But when you use Responsibility™, you get this.

Roy: Absolutely not. That is reckless endangerment. Let's watch a movie instead.

Ollie, to Bruce: He's taking a dig at you.

Kate: So what do you want from us?

Jason: We propose a $100,000 investment to jumpstart our manufacturing facility. We have a vision of every single family having Responsibility™ by the end of this decade. In return, we will give you a 10% share of the company.

Ollie: Have you patented this?

Roy: We have the main Responsibility™ product patented as of last year and our Dad Reflex™ add-on is currently pending.

Ted: As you might know, kids take a lot of risks, especially in their teenage years. I know as a mentor to a teenager myself. How do you account for this?

Jason: Excellent question. Responsibility™ is a versatile product that evolves with time. For older kids, you receive the additional Conversation™ feature that aids in communicating expectations at a higher level.

Roy: While nothing is guaranteed in life, Responsibility™ is the best safeguard on the market.

Kate, taking notes: And what's your current customer acquisition cost?

Jason: We don't have an exact figure, but right now it's around fifty cents.

Kate: And your profit margin?

Jason: We sell Responsibility™ for ten dollars each and our profit margin is seven dollars.

Bruce: This is too conceptual for Wayne Enterprises. I'm out.

Jason: It's alright, we figured this product wasn't for you.

Ollie: Queen Industries is out too. We don't see it worth the investment.

Roy: Understandable. You have a track record to maintain.

Ted: I see the growth potential in this product. I'm going to offer you $100,000 for research and development at Kord Industries in exchange for 25% equity.

Kate: I'll do you one better. $150,000 for 30% equity and an office at Kane Industries.

Ollie: You guys can't be serious.

Ted: You're missing out. I know revolutionary technology when I see it. I'll raise you $180,000 plus Hollywood product placements.

Kate: $200,000 for 20% equity, an entire floor of Kane Tower, and a Super Bowl ad.

Jason: Sold to the childless lesbian! Looks like we have a deal.

Roy, handing her a bag: Here, take a free one as a token of our appreciation.

Kate, looking at Bruce: Thank you! I know just the person to give this to.

[lush-escape]

Don't Forget to S.I.N.G

wc: 3.4k

Girl step-dad!Jason Todd

warnings: underage drinking, teenage boys trying to get handsy, reader's daughter gets violent, angst with a happy ending

a/n: idk what came over me, I was a woman possessed bc I just KNOW Jason would be a good dad. Biological or not. Let me live in my fantasy world

Jason never thought he would get the approval of your daughter, Olivia. No amount of tea parties, painted nails, make overs, Disney sing alongs, help with homework and rides to practices seemed to sway Olivia into accepting Jason as her step dad. Even from a young age. Sure she accepted him as your boyfriend, tolerated him and made him play with her, but he was always just Jason to her. Mom's new boyfriend. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Ew, can you not do that?” Your fifteen year old walks out from her bedroom to find you and Jason cuddling on the couch watching a movie after dinner, acting like it wasn't an everyday occurrence. Jason smirks a little while you give a soft shake of your head amused at her adolescent reaction.

“No can do, kiddo.” Jason turns his attention back to the TV. She rolls her eyes in response.

“Mom, Aubrey and Kaylee are staying the night at Aubrey's house. Can I go over too?” She asks with her phone in her hand and a hopeful look on her face.

“Are your chores done?” You ask in response. Jason looks between the two of you with a raised brow.

“Yes.” She sighs in exaggeration.

“Homework?”

“Yes, Mom.” She drags out each syllable. She's on the verge of begging and you can see it in the way she pouts. Your lips tick upwards at her.

It's rare she gets to go to a sleepover at all if it isn't hosted at your house. But she's been doing great in school, keeping up with her chores, and you know she's an all around good kid.

So you sit up a little straighter on the couch, and give her The Look™. The one that says you're serious and you're no longer being laid back and cool about everything.

“Your location stays on, your phone stays charged, if you leave - even to go down the block - you text me,” in the middle of your “safety speech” her eyes light up and Jason can't help but smile at the contagious one Olivia now sports.

“If you need anything at all, you text me or Jason. Got it?”

She dances lightly on her feet with a squeal, socks padding softly against the carpet.

“Yes, yes, I got it!” She throws her arms around you before running back down the hall to pack her bag.

“You sure about this?” Jason asks in a low voice, pulling you back into his side.

You sigh quietly, “No. But she can't be kept in a bubble forever.” You answer.

Jason presses a reassuring kiss to the top of your head and wraps both arms around you. “She'll be alright. She's a good kid. Smart. Not like I was when I was a teenager.” He jokes with his cheek against your head. You smile and feel a fraction of your anxiety simmer down.

“Yeah, thank god she's not a crime fighting teenage vigilante.” You quip back. Jason snorts quietly at your remark.

“I dunno, I think she'd be pretty good at it. Damian said something about needing a new Robin-” Jason groans as you pinch his side.

“Not funny. I don't even want to think about that.” you shake your head as you settle back against him.

“Okay, I'm heading out!” Olivia rushes through the living room to the front door.

“Wait!” You stop her as she's already pulling the door open. She sighs and closes it before turning to face you.

“You have your charger?”

She nods.

“Pepper spray?”

She dangles her keychain to show you her set of house keys she has along with her spray and window breaker.

“Extra clothes? Toothbrush? Underwear? Brush?”

“Yes, yes, yes, and yes.” She nods once. “I also have my wallet, card and extra cash just in case. Can I go? Aubrey and Kaylee are outside waiting.”

Living in Gotham can make the average person a little paranoid. Having a teenager and living in Gotham? That makes you a lot paranoid.

“Wait, hold on,” Jason turns to face her from the couch and she rolls her eyes. “What do you do if someone tries mugging you? Or if they start getting too aggressive?”

She lets out an annoyed sigh, “Step on their foot, punch them in the stomach, nose, then the groin.” She recites. He's only ingrained it into her since she was a little girl. He smiles proudly.

“Good. Be safe.” He tells her but she's already turning her back on the both of you.

“Text me when you get there, love you!” You call out as she steps outside.

“Love you too!” You hear before the door closes behind her.

There's a few moments of silence and you stare at the front door before Jason gets your attention, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, don't worry.” He already knows your mind is thinking of every possible worst case scenario that can happen.

“What if Aubrey's dad is secretly Penguin or Scarecrow?” You mumble in response. Jason smiles at your hypothetical.

“First of all, they're long gone. Both of them. Second, we've already done background checks on both of their families - using Bruce's computer. They're safe. She's safe. And smart. She'll be okay.” He assures you. You feel yourself settling against him. You know he's right. You had Bruce, Jason, and Tim all doing extensive background checks on her friend's families.

Okay, maybe having a kid in Gotham, while you're dating one of the most notorious vigilantes in town, made you more than a lot paranoid. Maybe it made you a little crazy.

“You're right… you're right, I'm sorry.”

Jason smiles softly and leans down until he's nosing at the side of your neck.

“Lemme take your mind off things, babe. Y’need to relax a little.”

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

“Ew, he's not!” Olivia recoils in disgust in the back of her friend's car.

“He is! Your step dad is so hot!” Aubrey giggles from the driver's seat.

“He's not my step dad, he's my mom's boyfriend-”

“They've been dating since you were a kid. That's your step dad.” Kaylee rolls her eyes in amusement.

“Not the point.” Olivia says through clenched teeth. “And he's not hot! He's… Jason. He's annoying and makes bad jokes and says stupid things like “goodness gracious”.”

“Your mom is so lucky. What I wouldn't give-”

“Stop!” Olivia covers her ears as her friends laugh. “Ugh, he's old, shut up!”

The girls tease her for reaction before they pull up outside of Aubrey's house. The usually quiet street is running rampant with drunk teenagers. Olivia's eyes go wide.

“You're having a party? Where are your parents?”

“Out of town,” Aubrey shrugs with a smug smile on her face, “They don't know about it.”

“We knew if we told you that you wouldn't be able to lie to your mom about it.” Kaylee turns back in her seat to give a less than apologetic shrug to Olivia.

“Yeah, you're kind of a horrible liar.” Aubrey smirks from the front.

The three girls exit the car, Olivia leaving her bag inside, and walk up the driveway to the loud party. She can feel the bass from the music inside the house in her chest before they even make it to the front door. She's never gone out and partied, never even had a sip of alcohol in her life, but here she was now - nervous but wanting to make an impression on her friends.

The house is loud and crowded, hot and humid and full of too many bodies. She recognizes almost everyone from school, girls from her softball team acting more wild than she's ever seen before, the quiet boy from her science class is doing body shots off of a cheerleader on Aubrey's kitchen table.

But as dutiful as ever she texts you a quick “made it! :)” that goes mostly ignored back home as Jason only lets off of you long enough for you to check the notification and respond with a thumbs up emoji before he's back on you.

“We're going to have so much fun.” Kaylee giggles as she begins pouring cheap vodka into a red cup, filling the rest with juice before handing it to Olivia. The alcohol burns her throat as she takes a drink causing her to cough into her elbow.

“This is awful,” she grimaces at the offending drink. Her friends laugh before pulling her further into the house party.

“That's the fun of it!” Aubrey calls out over the loud music. Her arm hooks through Olivia’s so she feels less inclined to pull away.

The three girls sit on one of the couches in the living room, right in front of the embarrassing makeshift dance floor. Almost everyone is stumbling, bumping into each other, too drunk to even dance cohesively. It's more uncoordinated grinding than anything else and Olivia's face flushes from secondhand embarrassment, and the way the alcohol had already begun to warm her skin.

“Hey, Aubrey..” Tanner, Aubrey's ex and the annoying jock from your history class, stands in front of the three of you with a smarmy smile. His voice is low and enticing. You and Kaylee don't even have a second to tell her no, sit and stay, before she's following him outside with a giggle.

“She made that so easy.” Kaylee snorts.

“How long did we spend consoling her when they broke up?” Olivia rolls her eyes and takes another large sip. The quicker she drinks it, she thinks, the quicker it is to get over the awful taste.

“Weeks!” Kaylee laughs into her own cup. Olivia shakes her head with a laugh of her own, the plastic cup muffling most of it. Her face is flush, body warm, as the alcohol hits her hard.

Suddenly Kaylee pipes up, “Oh, I'll be right back! I see Aundrea and she looks too good.” Her eyes settle on the pretty brunette in the corner.

“Think you'll finally get her attention?” Olivia leans into her friend with a giggle.

“I fucking better. I've been flirting for months and she's either incredibly oblivious or too nice to reject me. Don't move, I'll be back.” Kaylee warns your daughter playfully before getting up from the couch.

And just like that Olivia is by herself in the crowded party, sitting on the couch nursing a terribly mixed drink. But, to her surprise, it's not for long.

“Liv, hey…” a warm, smooth voice is next to her before she can process that someone's even sat down.

Adam, an upperclassman from school, someone Olivia's harbored feelings for for a while now. She smiles bashfully as his arm rests on the back of the couch behind her head.

“Hey, Adam.” She turns her lazy smile to him. He laughs under his breath.

Most girls would say Adam was a player, to stay away from him, that he was no good and only wanted a warm body to keep him busy for a few minutes. Olivia thought she saw more than that in him. He was nice to her, when he did talk to her in school, warm and funny. Polite.

Someone she might consider bringing home.

“Having fun?” He asks and she nods in response. Her cup is empty now and her head is swimming.

“Mhm, fun.” She echoes, still giggly. “Are you-” she hiccups, “are you having fun?” She leans against him heavily. Her heart would normally be racing if Adam so much as looked at her, but now she's full of liquid courage.

“Yeah, yeah ‘m havin’ fun.” Adam responds as he moves his arm around Olivia's shoulder.

“‘s so fun, right?” Olivia looks at Adam through her lashes with wide pupils. “‘cept for the dancing. It's so bad.” She laughs again, her head falling against Adam's shoulder. He laughs along with her as he glances at the dancing teenagers.

“Yeah, it's pretty bad. You had a lot to drink?” He asks, eyeing her cup.

She shakes her head, “Jus’ the one,” she hiccups again.

“Oh, so you're a lightweight.” He teases her playfully. She nods at that.

“‘ve never drank before. It's gross.” She pouts at the plastic up before letting it fall to the floor. Adam snickers again.

“It can be pretty gross, yeah.” He agrees. “Hey, wanna go somewhere quiet? It's pretty loud in here, I can barely hear you.”

Olivia perks up at the mention of quiet, “Oh my gosh, yeesss! It's soooo loud!” She leans into him again. With a smile Adam helps her to her feet, she only staggers a second before his arm is around her waist.

Olivia knows her way around Aubrey's house, she's been over there enough times, so when in her intoxicated state she's able to easily guide herself and Adam to Aubrey's room. It's quiet and cool inside. Adam closes the door behind the two and locks it.

“You're so nice to me, you know that?” Olivia smiles sloppily, leaning against Adam again. She wraps her arms around him in a hug that he returns.

“Yeah?” He guides her to the bed and they sit on the edge. “I'm only nice to pretty girls.” He smiles before tucking her hair behind her ear. Olivia blushes and buries her face against his shoulder.

“Yer just sayin’ that…” she mumbles.

“Nah, you are pretty. Really pretty.” Adam assures her.

He pulls her head back, holding onto her chin, and looks down at her with a hunger in his eyes. Olivia shifts where she's sitting. The look in his eyes makes her stomach twist in a way she doesn't like. She tries to pull back but he doesn't let go.

“What're you-” she tries to mumble but he leans in, close enough now she can smell his breath.

“Hey, it's okay. You said I was nice, right?” He asks as he brushes his nose against hers. She swallows and nods but there's a frown forming on her face.

“Y-yeah, I did…”

“Then let me be nice to you, huh? I promise I'll be real nice.” He tells her in a low voice.

She shakes her head, “No. No. I don't-”

“C'mon, don't be like that. I said I'd be nice. It won't even hurt-”

“I said no.” She's able to pull her face out of his hands and scoot away from him on the bed. His once easy expression turns hard as he shoots her a sharp glare.

“Don't be a fuckin' prude. It's just a kiss, Jesus Christ.” He spits.

Olivia gathers all her strength to give Adam a glare of her own, “An’ I said no. So fuck off.” She stands to get out of the room but he's quicker, bigger.

“Nuh-uh-” He grabs hold of her wrist.

But that's his second mistake of the night.

Despite the alcohol in her system, Olivia has had these defensive moves drilled into her since she was a kid.

Her foot stomps down angrily on his own, causing him to howl in pain and double over. The perfect position to punch him in the stomach.

“Bitch!” Adam howls as he stands enough to cover his bleeding nose with his hands.

Before he can get another word out her first is connecting with her stomach, causing him to double over again.

“That wasn't very nice,” she mutters before landing the final blow.

Her shin makes contact with his groin and Adam lets out the loudest shriek they Olivia's ever heard. She knows she'll have a bruise the next day but she knows it's worth it.

With a cry Adam falls to the ground, blood coming from his nose, hands cupping himself. Olivia knows she needs to get out of there before Adam can get up and she needs to call the only person she can trust in this situation.

With shaking hands and wobbling legs she leaves the bedroom and stumbles her way outside. The cold air helps to sober her up. She swipes through her phone with blurry vision as tears begin to well in her eyes. It only rings once before it's answered.

“I messed up,” Her voice is quiet and broken as she cries.

“Be there in five. Stay where you are.” Jason tells her.

Back at home Jason shakes you awake gently, almost feeling guilty now for wearing you out. He's sliding on his sweats and hoody.

“Hey, babe,” he kisses your temple. “‘m gonna go pick up Liv.”

“Everything okay?” You ask immediately as your eyes shoot open. He doesn't want to lie to you but he doesn't want to make you panic either.

“Yeah, babe, she's fine. Just wants to come home. I'll be back soon.” He gives you one more kiss before leaving the house.

Jason makes the twenty minute drive to Aubrey's house in less than ten minutes. He finds her crying on the sidewalk in front of her house. He barely parks the car before he's stumbling out to get to her.

“Liv-” He's crouched in front of her, gently grasping either side of her head to look her over for injuries but all he finds is a tear stricken face and alcohol laced breath.

“I'm sorry.” Are the first words out of her mouth. The way her voice cracks makes Jason swallow, his heart breaks for his little girl. He shakes his head.

“Don't-” he swallows. He doesn't know what to do, she's never needed him like this before - always brushing him off and acting like he was only a temporary fixture in her life. “Don't be sorry. You didn't do anything-” he silently curses himself.

“Are you hurt? You okay?”

She nods, “I'm not hurt. I-” she can't look at him, can't make eye contact. Instead she covers her eyes with the heels of her palms as she cries.

“I broke his nose, ‘m gonna be in so much trouble.” She cries. Jason's feeling a mixture of confusion and pride.

“You broke someone's nose?” He's almost smiling.

Olivia nods again, “He tried kissing me.” Jason's smile drops.

“Who?” Now he's seeing red. Some dipshit kid tried kissing his little girl? The Red Hood might be retired now but he'll make a special exception for tonight.

“Some guy- Adam.” She responds, “But I broke his nose and kicked him. Like you taught me.”

Jason's heart swells and breaks and swells again, his expression softens. His poor girl had been through too much.

“Like I taught you, huh?” He runs his hand over her hair. She nods with a sniffle before she pushes herself into him, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.

“I'm sorry. I should have called you or Mom before-”

“Shh, shh, don't. Don't apologize. You're okay, that's all that matters.”

She looks up at him with big glossy eyes, “It is? You're not mad?” Jason's stunned silent before he pulls her back in against him. He can't believe that all she can worry about is being in trouble.

“Of course I'm not mad at you. Mom won't be either. We're-...” He's quiet for a split second, “I'm just glad you're safe.” He whispers against the top of her head. He lets himself breathe, lets himself calm down knowing that physically safe and unharmed.

“I can kill him, ya know.” He mutters. He's so painfully serious, his finger is just itching to pull the trigger on the person who hurt his girl.

Olivia stays silent before she lets herself smile.

“No way. It'll be more satisfying seeing his stupid broken face at school.”

Jason shakes his head, “Hell no. You're transferring. No way in shit I'm letting you go back to that school. Or I'll have Bruce pull some strings and get him expelled.”

“Yeah,” he hears Olivia laugh quietly and his heart melts. “Expelling him works.”

“Just like your mom,” he teases lightly, “not letting me kill anyone. Y’guys are no fun.”

This time Olivia laughs louder, “He's seventeen-”

“Seventeen?! And trying to-!” Jason cuts himself off as he pulls Olivia back by the shoulders to look at her. Now he wants to make sure that more than the kid's nose is broken, even more than he did before.

“Little fucker…” he grumbles. Olivia feels the heavy weight in her chest lighten. She knows that she's safe now with Jason.

“Can we go home now, Dad?”

His expression falls, jaw slacks as he looks down at her. Now he's the one who wants to cry. He feels the backs of his eyes prick with tears.

Dad.

It was the first time she's ever called him that. He feels like he can hardly breathe with the way his entire chest fills with emotion. He smiles softly at her and nods.

“Yeah, let's go home, kiddo.”

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[mostly-imagines]

NSFT Alphabet

jason todd x afab!reader

warnings: >18 i’ll block ur ass stay away 18+

A = AFTERCARE

Aftercare is just as important to him as sex itself, if not more so. He’ll lay with you until you catch your breath, giving light kisses to the nearest part of your body. Once you’re back to baseline, he’ll get a warm rag to clean you up, being more gentle than he needs to be with your sensitive body. If you want it, he’ll grab one of his shirts for you to wear and pull it over your head for you. He’ll cover you up in your blankets and hold you close, murmuring to you how pretty you are, how good you did for him, how much he loves you.

B = BODY

His favorite body part of his own is his arms. He likes how strong he is, plus they emphasize his frame which plays into his size kink too. For you, it’s your waist. As we’ll discuss more later, he loves holding onto your hips during sex and he’s a big fan of kissing down your stomach as a way to initiate.

C = CUM

He prefers to come inside of you most of the time, but he likes coming in your mouth or on your body too. He will not come on your face though, he feels like it’s disrespectful to you, even if you’re into it. He’s a big guy and he comes a lot—more than he wished he would. That's part of the reason he’d rather come in you than on you, he thinks it’s embarrassing how much comes out. The first couple of times you had sex he’d tried to distract you with kisses as he came, hoping you wouldn’t notice it. Once he learns that you don’t mind it though, even like it, it eases his anxieties considerably.

D = DIRTY SECRET

He’s definitely masturbated once or twice when you were asleep next to him and he didn’t want to wake you. He felt gross about it but you looked so good with the way his shirt rode up against the curve of your ass, your panties on display. Your cheek was mushed up against the pillow next to him and he wanted to kiss you silly more than anything, but you had to be up early in the morning. So he took care of it himself, admiring your pretty face. No, he’ll never tell you that happened.

E = EXPERIENCE

He’s had sex just enough to know that he has a big dick and has to be careful when he’s fucking someone. Before you it was mostly a method of blowing off steam, but it wasn’t something he craved like he does with you. There was always minimal kissing, if any, and it was more procedural than anything. So when it comes to romantic sex, his experience was 0 but that makes it that much better. He didn’t have too much experience otherwise and he was fine with that. He had more important things to worry about than sex. That was, until he met you.

F = FAVORITE POSITION

He likes anything where he can hold your hips the most. So cowgirl and missionary are never misses, especially for how well he’s able to see your face. He also likes fucking you against the wall, it makes for easy access to kiss you. In spite of how much he loves seeing your expressions during sex, he can’t deny how much he loves holding your hips in place during doggy. His least favorites are probably prone bone and reverse cowgirl, they’re too impersonal and dispassionate.

G = GOOFY

He’s going to take it very seriously the first handful of times. He’s not taking any risks about hurting you or making the experience anything short of extremely pleasurable for you. And in his mind, to do that he needs to focus. After you get more comfortable with each other though, he starts to relax and trust himself to be able to take care of you, even with a more laid-back attitude. The silliest sex you have will be when you’re drunk/tipsy, it’s very smiley and giggly. Generally, he’ll make jokes now and again, smile at your smiles, but he’s still more serious about sex than not.

H = HAIR

He’ll trim to keep up appearances, especially after he meets you, but it’s not something he’s overly concerned about. For you, he’s really truly completely neutral about whether or not you shave, but he’s likely to encourage you not to, if not only so you know you don’t have to change anything for him. But he won’t blink twice either way.

I = INTIMACY

Sex with you is always intimate for him. He tells you he loves you during it often, praising you constantly. He brushes your hair back when it gets messy and wipes your tears away with a gentle hand. He’ll call you beautiful and kiss you nice as he fucks you, holding your hand all the while.

J = JACK OFF

He rarely needs to get himself off, really only if he’s away on a mission for a while. It’s definitely not the preferred circumstances but he’ll make do when he has to. He feels like a fucking perv when he thinks about you while he’s doing it, but he can’t come otherwise. He knows you wouldn’t care but he still feels gross about it. The way he remedies this is usually by communicating with you directly, telling you how much he misses you and how much he wants you there with him.

K = KINKS

Above all else, he has a major size kink. He absolutely loves how much bigger than you he is and it gets him going at the most random times. He likes being stronger than you and making you go/stay where he wants you. On a related note, he also likes to restrain you. The implied deepness of the trust you have in him turns him on so bad. Plus, he likes being in control, and you not being able to wiggle gives him the chance to take care of you however he wants. Edging is another one he likes but he’s not always so good at it. He has a hard time denying you and when you’re begging him so sweetly to let you come…who is he to say no? Though, if you’ve been a bit of a brat he’ll be merciless about it. On the flip side, sometimes he’ll overstimulate you but it’s not his favorite of the two because he can’t always handle seeing you cry like that. But he does like the idea of you getting lost in so much pleasure that you don’t know what to do with yourself.

L = LOCATION

His favorite place to fuck you is anywhere in your apartment. Your bed, shower, kitchen, couch, the rug…He likes it a) because it’s private and he’s free to take care of his girl whenever he wants and b) he likes seeing you in the same spot going about your day where he’d made you come just a few hours ago. He’s also not opposed to subtle car sex, especially for going down on one another. He’s not a big fan of public stuff, if he were to do it, it would be in a situation where he was certain you wouldn’t get caught. He’s too private to get off on the risk and frankly, he doesn’t much like the potential of someone else seeing you the way he gets to see you.

M = MOTIVATION

He gets turned on by just about anything you do. If you wear tank tops, his clothes, shirt and no pants, those will all get him going. Then there’s things like play fighting, seeing you stick up for yourself (especially against him), when you yell, if you just touch him. He really is in love with you and everything that you do.

N = NO

JTLHGF!jason is mainly dominant, but he can be submissive for you if you approach it the right way. You’d have to be subtle and encouraging or else his pride will get in the way. Anything him or you do in these times would be very soft and gentle, more vanilla than anything for the sake of reassurance. His biggest no here is restraints. Sex requires a lot of trust for him and as much as he does trust you, he would feel much too vulnerable tied up and he wouldn’t like it. However, when he’s the one in control he’s not afraid to be more…adventurous. That being said, he wouldn’t be into choking you or hitting you. I think even if you were very clearly into it, it would make him feel bad about himself on multiple levels. He doesn’t want to hit you, even sexually, and hates the idea of his hands around your neck. Public stuff makes him uncomfortable and degradation is a hard no for him.

O = ORAL

He prefers going down on you by a mile. He’s usually hesitant to let you do it, he doesn’t want you to feel like you have to or for you to potentially lose any pleasure during sex. He really does think it should be all about you and he has a hard time grasping that making him feel good makes you feel good too. He likes to hold your hands when he eats you out, or your waist. He doesn’t want to lose any physical contact with you—it’s a very intimate thing and he’ll treat it as such. He’s also been known to rub soothing patterns into your waist or wrap his arms around your thighs to hold them apart. When you give him head it’s overwhelming for him. He denies himself of it so much that he can’t handle it when he actually gets it. He likes to hold your hands here sometimes too, but more often than not he’s holding your hair out of your face so he can see you—the gentle weight of his opposite hand on the back of your head. He’ll struggle to catch his breath, lips parted.

P = PACE

It all depends on the mood for him. He can and will switch it up as needed. He can be very intense and rough, fast thrusts and heated kisses. This can be passionate or angry sex. He can also take it very slow and sensual, and depending on his mood, this can be either very romantic or very torturous.

Q = QUICKIE

He doesn’t really like quickies that much, he definitely prefers to take his time with you. Quickie’s don’t really allow him to prep you properly, something that’s incredibly necessary when having sex with him. Anyways he wants to make sure he’s able to give you the best experience possible and he can’t do that if he’s rushing. No, he really prefers to take as much time with you as possible.

R = RISK

As mentioned, he’s not much for risky situations. The riskiest he’ll get is car sex or sex at the manor. He might make out with you in an alleyway but he won’t full-on do it with you outside. He doesn’t want to be caught, doesn’t want to worry about it when he has more important things to focus on.

S = STAMINA

He can go for several rounds most nights and even needs to often. He feels bad about it sometimes though, he feels like one round should be enough for him and he shouldn’t need to take even more from you. Once he eventually gets it through his head that it’s okay for him to need more, he’s relentless. The thing about him is that he requires little to no recovery time post-orgasm before he’s on you again so you might have to remind him to slow down a little.

T = TOYS

He’s not the biggest fan of toys, honestly. He doesn’t like the idea of a piece of plastic making you come, doing his job for him. It also means he’s less hands on and he doesn’t like that at all. That’s not to say he wouldn’t use them ever, he just wouldn’t go out of his way to make it happen. If you had a vibrator or something and you wanted to use it he probably would, if not only so you don’t use it by yourself instead. Beyond that there’s not too much I see him wanting to use, nothing very intense for sure.

U = UNFAIR

He’s a big tease but doesn’t always have the capacity to see it through. If you beg him just the right way he just has to give you what you want. Until you’re able to crack that code though, he seems like an unbeatable force. He’s constantly touching you and it’s hard for you to tell if it’s absentminded or if there’s something more behind them. He’s an expert at attacking that one spot on your neck and getting you just as desperate as he is within a matter of minutes.

V = VOLUME

He’s a groaner and a grunter, low and deep. He, maybe intentionally, stops himself from moaning more often than not, especially when you’re first together. The best way to get him to make noise is to suck just below his jawline, caress over his v-line, or blow him. He can’t control himself when you do any of that.

W = WILD CARD

Jason secretly loves it when you give him as much shit as he gives you. He loves when you tease him, when you tell him “no, we’re not having sex you were being mean.” He can’t stop himself from smiling when you yell at him and he doesn’t even wish he could. As much as he doesn’t want to be submissive, he loves it when you don’t either.

X = X-RAY

Yeah so he’s 8.5 inches hard. He’s a big guy, it stands to reason that he’d have a big dick. It’s fat too, enough to make you cry the first time you take him.

Y = YEARNING

His sex drive is pretty fucking high after getting with you. It operates half as a means of affection and half as a stress reliever. And boy does he need stress relief. There’s phases where he wants you as much as every day, but more often than not it’s like 3-4 times a week.

Z = ZZZ

He wants you to fall asleep before him afterwards, he thinks it’s rude or something if he dozes off first. He’ll often brush his fingers up and down your back, easing you into sleep. If he’s not tired afterwards he’ll read while you nap on his chest, comforted by the in and out of your breaths.

[iydiamartinx]

I’m fully convinced Kill Bill is one of Damian Wayne’s favorite movies. Like, this boy would absolutely whistle the theme and quote the lines at criminals

Damian begins whistling the Kill Bill theme, stepping out of the shadows. His katana drags along the concrete, sending sparks flying. Tim: …is he whistling? Jason: More importantly…Is that the Kill Bill theme? The Batfam watches as the criminals freeze in pure terror. Dick: *sighing* He’s doing the thing again. Duke: Oh god, who let him watch the movie again? Tim: Someone stop him. Jason: You stop him. Tim: I like my limbs attached, thanks. Dick: *pinching the bridge of his nose* We really shouldn’t have let Alfred buy him the Blu-ray. They all keep watching. No one moves to actually intervene.  Jason: *tilting his head as he stares in mild approval* Okay but… you gotta admit, it’s pretty cinematic. Stephanie: *nods in agreement* Duke: *groans* You’re enabling him. Jason: I’m proud of him. There’s a difference. Damian: *grinning eerily* Do you find me sadistic? Criminal #1: *faints* Criminal #2: *pees himself* Criminal #3: *screams and runs straight into a wall*

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Batfam Dating Tropes

I've been thinking about this a bit, and I think I finally found the perfectly imperfect dating tropes for each Batfam member. Or at least most. With a little description of what each would be like while dating 💕 (just headcanons)

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🖤 Bruce Wayne – “Touch-starved Billionaire Dad”:

-Grumpy x Sunshine (he’s the grump)

-“I don’t do relationships” until YOU

-Secret softie

-“You fell first, I fell harder”

He takes forever to admit he loves you, but once he does, you’re stuck with a terrifying, overly protective man who will disappear for three days then return with your favorite food and a bruise he won’t explain. Somehow romantic? He'll try to keep you out of the whole Batman thing but you find out anyway. Mostly because he was tired and slept in his suit once. Right next to you. Mans just wanted cuddles.

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💙Dick Grayson – “Golden Retriever Boyfriend”:

-Friends to Lovers

-Gets stupid serious when you're sad

-"Loves everyone but is dangerously obsessed with you"

-Cuddles as a love language™

He’s the guy who lifts you onto the kitchen counter to kiss you mid-argument. He knows every one of your facial expressions. Dick will flirt shamelessly, but don’t be fooled—he’s already picturing what your kids might look like. Will always match your mood and do it even better.

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❤️Jason Todd – “Soft for One Person Only”:

-Enemies to Lovers (with weapons involved)

-“He fell first AND denies it the whole time”

-Trauma bonding turned real bonding

-"Don't touch me—unless it's you"

Jason will glare at everyone else and then melt the second you poke his cheek. He kisses angrily, argues like a husband, and once gave you a knife for Valentine’s Day “because it’s safer that way.” He pretends like he doesn't pay attention to you but if he hears a sniffle, even if it's just allergies, he will check up on you immediately.

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🩵Tim Drake – “Sleep-Deprived Boy Genius”:

-Accidental Confessions

-Obsessed but doesn’t realize it

-"Acts normal then kisses you like he’s starved"

-Nervous but confident in his love

Tim is the one who runs off mid-convo because he had a thought, only to show up two hours later at your door in a hoodie with coffee and your favorite snack like, “Sorry, I got you this.” Boyfriend with hacker energy. He will fall asleep on you and secretly loves it when you make noises while kissing.

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💚 Damian Wayne – “Knife Cat Boyfriend”:

-"I am not in love. You’re simply… tolerable"

-Tsundere deluxe

-Loyalty so strong it’s scary

-“Don’t touch me” followed by cuddling you to sleep

Damian won’t hold your hand, but if someone breathes wrong near you, he’s ready to sword duel them in an alley. He’ll scowl during dates but hold your sketchbook like it’s the Ark of the Covenant. He's secretly soft and likes to spoil you, even researches things to be a good 'husband'. Breaking up is never a thought on his mind. Ever.

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💛Duke Thomas – “Underrated Sweetheart”:

-Mutual pining but both are bad at flirting

-Movie-night cuddles and popcorn fights

-Laughing during kisses like teenagers

-The “how did I land you” boyfriend

Duke is sunshine and sass rolled into one beautiful man. He’ll text you memes all day and then show up with pizza and that dorky smile. He’s also the type to dance with you in the kitchen at midnight just because.

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🩶 Cassandra Cain – “Actions Over Words”:

-Silent protector

-“I’ll kill for you” energy but in the softest way

-Watches you sleep and not in a creepy way

-Touches you like you’re fragile glass

Cass doesn’t say “I love you” a lot—but when she does, she means it. She shows love by patching your wounds, holding your pinky, and slipping you a note that says, “Stay safe. I need you.” Knows everything about you and always watches for your reactions.

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💜 Stephanie Brown – “Loudmouth With a Heart of Gold”:

-Chaotic dumbass x exhausted genius (she’s the dumbass, lovingly)

-Jealous in a hilarious way

-Roasts you lovingly in public, kisses you softly in private

-Will prank you, then cry if you’re actually mad

Steph brings you homemade cookies and hand-written coupons for “1 free make-out session.” She flirts like a stand-up comedian and loves like it’s her last day on earth.

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🤎 Barbara Gordon – “Sarcastic Tech Babe”:

-Sassy x Softcore Mutual Respect™

-Teaches you how to hack “as a date”

-You fall first, she knows it, and uses it to fluster you

-Boss gf

Babs is the type to roll her eyes when you flirt, then flirt back five times worse. She acts unbothered, but if you’re hurt, she will dox someone (or maybe everyone). She's your hacker girlfriend, and she makes you feel like the smartest, luckiest idiot alive.

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You're Australian?! Batboys x Aussie!Reader 🇦🇺

Pairing: Batboys x Reader when they find out their S/O is Australian (Like me lolol) Content: Australian bogan language, crack A/N: Requested by @ilona2nerrie, my fellow Aussie Diva 😍, Idk which style you wanted so I did headcanon-esque type thing lmao, guys FYI, this is all the slang I use in my daily life. Also can I just say this was such a pain to format omfg, I actually TWEAKED AND CRASHED OUT, Tumblr please fix yourself. COMMENT IF YOUR AUSSIE 🇦🇺🦘🐨

Dick Grayson!

Reaction: "Oh my god you're Australian?!! .....Is that why you say servo?" Immediately understands the accent now

Gets excited when you casually say "Bloke" or refer to mosquitoes as "mozzies"

Doesn't understand calling McDonald's "macca's" but rolls with it

Wears the Matilda's jersey as "cultural immersion" Asks loving, yet kinda stupid questions like:"Do you guys actually ride kangaroos to school?" "Can you say crikey one more time for me babe"

Quote :"Babe teach me the slang, I wanna say good on ya like a local" proceeds to tell it to his brothers with amazing confidence Will absolutely try Vegemite™ and cry.

Jason Todd! Reaction: "....yeah I figured. Americans aren't that calm."

Stops dead hearing you say "your gunpowder pongs bro"

Loves hearing you say "Oi"

Scared asf of spiders (this is my headcanon lolol), and gets you to kill all of them. Passes away eating a tim tam, from pure joy. Can't look at regular cake anymore after trying them lamingtons Quote: YOU HAD UNIFORMS IN SCHOOL??? Tragic doll, tragic."

Will absolutely start saying mate, and call Roy, Dick and Wally "Drongos"

Tim Drake!

Reaction:

"You're Australian-Australian? Like milo-straight-out-of-the-can Australian?" (I literally love doing that I am a milo addict fight me) Highkey blue-screens

Tweaks when you say "yeah, nah"

Reconsiders your guys's trip to the Northern Territory after hearing about drop bears.

Thought you said "Esky" to be different Quote: "Pookie who do you think would win: 100 Tim Drakes or 100 Kangaroos"

Will absolutely mimic your accent and sound so stupid.

Aged up!Damian Wayne!

Reaction:

"I suspected that..." Thinks your accent is cute but lowkey thought it was fake

Enjoys fairy bread and pork rolls like the average gyal when they hit the local bakery after school

Despises Vegemite with a burning passion

English already confuses him enough, so he thought you were talking about the actual undergarment when you said "thongs" so imagine his surprise when you're referring to the ones on your FEET.

Quote: "Shush you wallaby" Denies it to be affectionate Will absolutely travel to Australia to adopt a koala and have Bruce house it in the barn, it becomes good friends with Titus and Alfred

LMFAO I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THISSSS!!! I LOVE BEING AUSSIE! Likes, comments, reblogs and requests are highly appreciated! Requests are open!

Sources! - Moodboard - @saradika-graphics

Summer dividers - @bbyg4rlhelps

This post is property of suigenerisisadiva

[outtamynoggin]

Love your dick incorrect quotes 😭💞💞I feel so happy reading them btw how doo u think the batfam would react to seeing alot of pictures of dick in the Wayne mannor (b had this big ass painting of dick in the middle in the hq show and in an old comic there was a wall sized portrait of those two XD

Thank you so much!!

Batman #13

This one right? There's a few others too!

Is this the one about the HQ? From the Harley Quinn show. oh wait hq stands for Harley Quinn 🤣🤣🔫

Either way, I love how Bruce's obsession with Dick is just so constant across media and across decades. DC is literally honing in on him being favorite.

The show is literally unhinged:

Bruce, what? Can you say it in any other words???

Actually in the show, Damian sees the one when they're all dining because he's gaming on the couch and he's so chill about it. Like he just expects it.

Damian: Of course, there's a photo of Richard on the wall. He is the favorite. It is only right that father commissioned a Renaissance-scale shrine for him.

Meanwhile Jason is like: What am I, chopped liver?

While Tim's like: You're actually more like burnt liver.

Tim: *ducks as a whole friggin couch goes sailing over his head. Stands up smirking only to get tackled by a hulking mass of undead muscle*

Damian: At least Todd has a picture on the wall.

Tim: *Pool noodling his way out of Jason's grasp* That's cause he thought both of them were dead which is why he has the pictures up. Only Dick's is the size of a cathedral alter like Bruce commissioned it from the Vatican which he then framed in solid gold. You don’t hang something like that unless you expect people to pray to it. Jason's got shoved into a tiny corner at the bottom.

Jason: *throwing his hands up* CAN I WIN JUST ONCE IN THIS HOUSE?!

Tim: Are you Dick?

Damian: *smirking* No.

Tim: Then no.

Jason: You little twerps. I'm gonna string you two up and throw you out the batplane.

Stephanie: *walking in* Who's throwing who out of a batplane?

Tim: *scoffing* Jason's throwing me and batbrat out of the batplane.

Stephanie: Oooh! Sounds fun, can I join?! I'll bring the ropes!

Tim: You're not even going to ask why???!

Stephanie: *deadpan* Tim. I don't need a reason to throw you out of the batplane.

Tim: *Offended*

Jason: *Laughing and high-fiving her* God you get me.

Stephanie: But for curiosity's sake-

Damian: For the sake of curiosity-

Stephanie: -Why?

Damian: Todd is emotionally compromised over Father's unrelenting favoritism toward Richard.

Stephanie: Oh. Well, duh. Everyone likes Dick more.

Tim: Facts.

Stephanie: That's Batfam Lore™. What brought it on this time though?

Tim: We were talking about the massive picture Bruce has in the dining room. 

Stephanie: Oh my fudge cake gods. That Picture! Do you know how hard it is to eat even a cheese stick while being stared down by a thirty-foot tall Dick Grayson?! Like, what is wrong with Bruce! I’m pretty sure the reason Dick doesn’t visit the manor anymore is because he’s too weirded out by a bigger version own self staring at him. 

Jason: THANK YOU. Someone with a decent sense of propriety. And why the hell is it life-sized?

Stephanie: Barbara loves it, though. She thinks it's hot. Calls it "Big Dick Energy: Collector’s Edition." But she and Bruce are weird about him.

Tim: *muttering* I think it’s nice.

*Silence.*

Stephanie, Jason, and Damian: *Collectively side-eyeing him*

Stephanie: Right.... You were always weird about him too.

Tim: Wha- I was perfectly normal!

Damian: Drake. You once stood in front of the living room one for six hours straight.

Jason: Ye- six hours? Really?

Damian: He did not eat. He did not move. Father thought he was stuck in a time loop.

Jason: *Turning a disbelieving gaze on Tim* Dude....

Tim: *Flushing* I was just… observing! Deep observation! For art appreciation!

Stephanie: It’s not the fucking Louvre, Tim. That picture has been there through 7 kids and it's going to be there for at least 7 kids. But really, does Bruce have to have so many pictures of Dick?

Jason: *Rolling his eyes* Tell me about it. Don't forget the life-sized one in the library. I went in to read and accidentally ended up having a staring contest with a 2D Dick. Lost both my dignity and the will to finish my book.

Jason: *Gesturing wildly* You can’t eat in peace, can’t read in peace—hell, I tried to take a nap on the couch once and woke up face-to-face with a mantlepiece-sized Dick smile. I thought I died and went to Grayson Heaven.

Damian: Also the framed photos of him littering Father's study so he can stare at them while he works. I'm inundated with his visage every few rooms.

Stephanie: I bet even Alfred’s like, "Sir, perhaps a fourth room of paintings is excessive."

Tim: He’d never say that. Alfred’s part of the cult.

Damian: *Nodding* Pennyworth once wiped dust off the frame and whispered, "Good as new, Master Richard."

Jason: *voice cracking* Okay, you know what? I can’t do this anymore. I’m moving to Crime Alley. At least there, there’s no Dick—

Stephanie: There’s literally a Nightwing mural spray-painted across an entire wall with the word "Hope" like Gotham’s Beyoncé.

Jason: *crying* Fuck. Exactly. EVEN THERE I CAN'T ESCAPE HIM.

Damian: *judging him* This is a personal failing.

Jason: *frothing at the mouth* No, you would think that, wouldn't you? You’re the last person who should talk! You get all misty-eyed and say "We were the best, Grayson" every time Dick breathes near you!

Damian: *smirking* That is because it’s true.

Jason: *Collapsing on the coach and trying to avoid looking at the framed picture Dick on the side table* ....I can't believe I'm saying this... but thank you for being the normal one, Steph.

Stephanie: *Laughing nervously* Uh, yeah. Sure! No problem!

Tim: *Rolling his eyes* You're thanking the wrong girl. She-

Stephanie: *Wacking him unconscious hurriedly* SO! Who wants waffles!!

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hi!! i’m literally so obsessed with your work i’ve been scrolling your profile all day 😭😭 i was wondering if you could write something about jason x fem!reader getting married? mostly fluff but ill never say no to some good smut

a/n: "i’m literally so obsessed with your work i’ve been scrolling your profile all day" WHAT DO YOU MEANNNNNNNN STOP UR GONNA MAKE ME CRY THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME HELLO??? like wdym u like my work so much u spend so much time on my blog i love u gimme kiss

anyway this prompt is *chefs kiss* bc we all know Big Bad Jason Todd™ is such a loverboy softie but most of all he loves hard.

I think that before he met you he never thought that he would be so enamoured with someone who also feels the same way about him at the same time, that also wants to marry him??? He thinks he's too flawed and violent and abrasive for someone to even like being around him. So marrying him??? haha you're funny.

But after YEARS (yes, it takes him years of a committed relationship with you to fully trust that you actually like being with him for an extended period of time, let alone forever) of handling his emotions, outbursts and injuries with grace while still giving him a whack at the back of his head when he's being stupid, he considers marrying you.

Remember, Jason Todd is fucking scared himself, and he doesn't want to scare you off with a ring that literally promises forever with him. Though he loves you, he wants you to be happy in the end. Will you be happy with him in the end?

It takes a lot of mental and emotional strength to overcome these fears that swirl around his head.

When he does get over it though, he's so attentive yet sneaky when picking your ring. There's a luxury jewellery store on the way to your favourite clothing store at the mall, and he literally takes you to the whole mall just to pass by the store. He always looks to see what your eyes catch, what you like and don't like. Doesn't matter if he ends up spending hundreds since you're at the mall so much, he'll do it just to make sure he gets exactly what you want.

Jason also uses his extensive detective training to find out what cut and stone you want on the ring. He's ok with diamonds, but would want something more unique and personal for his love. He wants something that always reflects you, no matter the occasion.

Side note: once the ring comes he would definitely put together a photo album of pics he took of the ring in plain sight while you're completely oblivious just for shits and giggles

Finally, when it's time to pop the question, he doesn't do flashy and big productions with lights and letters and petals and stuff.

He would be dancing in the kitchen with you on a lazy Saturday, eating pancakes and bacon and when the song ends just casually asks "if I were to ask you, would you marry me?" Now he looks collected as he lovingly smiles down at you but is actually shitting himself until you say that you would in fact marry him if he asked. Then he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the most perfect, detailed, gorgeous ring you could ever ask for while properly asking you to marry him. Cue the waterworks (from both of you) and the celebratory make-out sesh.

Y'all definitely fucking the night of the proposal though

I feel like it would be realllllly possessive since yk you literally belong to him now

"tell me who this pussy belongs to, pretty girl" Knowing full well you can't answer because your eyes have already rolled back mid-stroke and you're babbling incoherently. It does, however, put a smug ass smirk on his face.

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a/n pt2 bc i can't shut up: i hope u like it!!! i wasn't in the mood to write anything smutty but idk im in my soft era for jason i just want his stoic self to love me :(((((

[dollishmehrayan]

# “MRS. WAYNE I THINK THIS IS FOR YOU!” ── .✦ ( bruce wayne wife headcannons )

a/n: this was request by a anon (here) so yeah but anyways I Lowkey used to be OBSESSED with like batmom stories but like I genuinely then lost all care for liking anything bruce wayne but this might just like help me (jason todd girly converts into a batmom Stan😭) tags: (bruce wayne x fem!reader)

CHAOTIC HEADCANNONS ── .✦

“No, Bruce. That’s Not a Normal Thing to Do.”

You frequently have to remind him that billionaire habits don’t translate to normal life.

Bruce: “I thought I’d buy out the café you like so you wouldn’t have to wait in line.”

You: “Bruce, we’re just getting lattes. Calm down.”

The expensive car Dilemma: He’s tried picking you up in one of his expensive cars once, and you’ve never let him live it down.

“Bruce, we’re not running a car dealership we’re going to Target.”

Tech Mishaps: Bruce likes to show off his gadgets, but they always malfunction around you. Once, the Batcomputer locked him out because you accidentally spilled coffee near it. You took a picture of his shocked face and made it your phone wallpaper for weeks.

The Disastrous Cooking Attempts: Bruce insists he can cook. The truth? Alfred banned him from the kitchen after he tried to “surprise” you with pancakes and set the stovetop on fire.

“I’m Batman, but I can’t handle pancake batter.”

OVERPROTECTIVE HUSBAND™ ── .✦

He’ll interrogate any new friends you bring around like they’re suspects in a heist.

Bruce, shaking someone’s hand firmly: “And what do you do for a living?”

You, glaring: “Bruce, they’re not applying to join the Justice League.”

GOSSIP FINAL BOSS ── .✦

He pretends not to care about gossip, but he secretly listens to you rant about gala drama. Sometimes, he’ll even chime in with hilariously accurate observations.

You: “That woman was glaring at me all night.”

Bruce: “Because she kept seeing her husband looking at you’re instagram posts. Trust me, Alfred told me.”

ROMANTIC HCS ── .✦

Constant Gentleman Mode: Bruce is always opening doors for you, carrying your bags, or pulling out your chair. You tease him about being old-fashioned, but it’s clear he loves taking care of you.

Private Dance Lessons in the Manor: When you’re stressed, Bruce will put on some music in the empty ballroom and sweep you into an impromptu dance. He’s a surprisingly good dancer, but the way he looks at you mid-spin? That’s what makes your heart race.

Personal Love Notes: Bruce doesn’t text much, but he leaves little handwritten notes around the house.

“Don’t forget, you’re the best part of my day.”

“Coffee’s ready downstairs. So is your husband, who can’t stop thinking about you.”

The ‘I’m Watching You’ Look: At galas, Bruce can’t stop staring at you. When you catch him, he gives that little smirk that says, Yeah, you caught me, but I’m not sorry.

Soft Batman Moments: Even in the Batcave, he has moments where he’s just your Bruce. When he sees you waiting up for him late at night, he’ll silently take off his cowl, walk over, and hold you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

Protective, but Not Controlling: He worries, of course, but he respects your independence. If you’re ever in trouble, though, the Bat is out faster than you can blink. “No one touches my wife.”

Gift Giving Expert: He puts serious thought into gifts. One time, he recreated your childhood bedroom in the manor when you were feeling homesick. “I just wanted you to feel at home,” he said, completely nonchalant.

The Morning Ritual: He wakes up early to watch you sleep for a few minutes (in the least creepy way possible) because it’s his quiet reminder of how lucky he is. When you stir awake, he presses a kiss to your forehead and whispers, “Good morning, love.”

Subtle Public Affection: In public, his affection is subtle—hand on the small of your back, thumb grazing your hand, or an almost imperceptible wink across the room. But behind closed doors? He’s all cuddles and kisses.

Always Puts You First: Whether it’s cutting a patrol short to spend time with you or risking everything to keep you safe, Bruce’s priority will always be you. “The city can wait. You can’t.”

MIX OF CHAOS AND ROMANCE ── .✦

When Bruce tries to be romantic but Alfred bringing him back to reality: Bruce, holding your hand: “You’re the light in my dark world.”

Alfred, walking in: “Sir, you said that to the last woman, too. Shall I fetch your script?”

You once jokingly wore a bat-symbol T-shirt to tease him. Bruce didn’t say anything, but later that week, he wore a matching shirt that said, “I <3 My Wife.”