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[spicy-apple-pie]

Damian he has super hearing, you're going to blow out his eardrums!

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[vnekey]

Baby Damian (and Jason)

[kimjun]

Dick: *sees two people doing something stupid in the distance* Ha, what idiots

Dick: *realizes that it’s Y/N and Jason* Ohh shit, those are my idiots… HEY, KIDS! GET BACK HERE-

[allthegothihopgirls]

it feels like a knife to the heart every time i'm reading a fic where jason is still holding emotional grudges over bruce's betrayal, and has him convinced that he doesn't see him as anything even remotely resembling a father figure anymore (whether that be a conscious decision or not).

and then something happens, and jason either slips and calls him 'dad', or says it in the moment, seeing how hurt bruce is over whatever happened, and realises that he'd just.. never said it before.

[k2ntoss]

doing a part of the request my fave jason simp, 🦊 anon, made some time ago AND THAT I FEEL BAD FOR REPLYING UNTIL NOW

so writer's block who? i just needed a sex and the city episode to pull out this so here we fucking GO

it's been quite a while since sleeping on jason's place is a regular thing, not only sleeping but spending time there on his free time watching him cook or just sit together to read a book. it's by far the best feeling ever because even if he isn't fucking you into oblivion during the night being by his side feels just right.

despite everything being so perfect and nice there are some boundaries he isn't letting you cross yet and the reason? explained properly and understood by you, he was trying to make sure you'd be safe without anyone finding a way to get to you and hurt you wanting to hurt him with it. that meant not leaving personal stuff on his place, it was risky to let you spend so much time around but he couldn't resist it, jason loved being able to have his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he read on the couch, leaning in every now and then to kiss your cheek.

the room was still dark, it was early when you had started to wake up from your slumber to squirm under jason's arm that was holding you tight against his chest as he nuzzled his face against your back, the feeling of you wanting to escape his grip makes him drag you more into his embrace and a soft grunt leaves his throat when he finds himself unable to bury his face into your hair "where are you going, ma?" he asks, still more asleep than anything as jason still has his eyes closed.

"i need to get ready, love" the reply reaches him and even with that information jason refuses to let go of off you, his arms now wrapped around your hips as you try to get out of his bed, dragging with you the sheets for a whole second before you almost fall from the bed "jay, i really, really need to leave the bed..."

"but it's still dark, you can't leave yet... i want to sleep a little more and i want you here with me" the smile that reply steals goes missing for him, poor guy is still almost fully asleep but he clings onto you for dear life even knowing you probably have something to do during the day before he's able to hold you again "just one more hour. then you're free to go, angel"

"i need that hour to get ready, jaybird" you chuckle, shifting a little under his arm as you try to push it away from you and when you finally escape the death grip jason has on your body the lazy walk to the bathroom is filled with the guilt of leaving him all alone to get ready for something that wouldn't be as nice and warm as your lover's embrace. picking up your clothes and stuff to get ready you rethink and the final choice is clear as water, that much you don't even realize when you started to lift the comfy sheet to push jason a bit "you win... i'll stay here"

the fact that jason isn't fully awake makes his pretty smile even prettier because he scoots a little with his arms ready to hold you again and once you lay back on his bed he leans in to kiss your lips and almost as if sleepiness was contagious you found yourself kissing him back and ready to drift back into your dreams where just like in the waking, you'd stay into jason's arms. hiding your face against his neck, arms wrapped around his torso and one leg drapped over his hips it's nice and warm to feel his big hand caressing your thigh softly as his lips kiss tenderly your neck making you smile widely.

there's a sweet sense of intimacy on his touch and even if the tiredness washes over both of you, jason's hands are now holding your hips to press you against his body and between soft and tender kisses, his hands and yours start to pull off the little amount of clothes you used to sleep. his practiced hands run sweetly over your skin, undoing the clasp of your bra and taking it off while your hands pull up his shirt, fingers gently caressing his scars as he kissed a trail across your jaw.

"you're just so pretty..." jason's gruffy voice makes you shiver and under the sheets his body is pressed flush against you, his hands holding your waist as he rolls his hips against yours as if testing waters and there's nothing that would make you leave his side. not now, not ever.

"i love you so much, red..." you mutter against his chin, letting out a breathless moan when he's able to push into you, his movement is anything but hard. he takes his sweet time to settle between your inner walls, letting out a soft groan accompanied by a content smile when you wrap your arms around his neck to snuggle against him.

"love you too, ma" he whispers against your temple, he has his eyes closed as he enjoys the warmth you provide and he knows that even in the dark place his life is you're everything he will ever need. with a soft sigh he starts moving, slow strokes as he holds onto your hips while muttering sweet nothings into your ear.

the whole room is filled with the tenderness of the moment, silent gasps and soft moans as he held you as if you could break if he got too rough. your lips peppering his jaw and cheeks in soft kisses as he rolls his hips into you making your breath hitch everytime he hits that sweet spot and the chill of the morning feels like something so strange because your morning is sweet and warm while jason is by your side.

time seems to go by slower, lips swollen from the kissing to drown the soft grunts and to delay everything a little more until you feel jason's slow strokes faltering before he spills himself inside you, drawing a soft moan from your lips as your own release washed over you making your body clench around his in a delicious grip. the room is now filled with nothing besides the soft pants of your breathing, his hands caressing soothingly your waist as you nuzzled your face against his neck.

"can't you stay here today? i don't feel like letting go of my pretty princess" jason asks quietly, his voice is still a bit gruffy and he looks sleepy despite what you just did. it's impossible to leave him like this, shiny eyes and messy hair, looking happy finally because he had his little world into his arms.

[who-always-pays-their-taxes]

i just think that Duke Thomas should like oink at Dick Grayson. I think that when Dick tries to come in Duke’s room and have like a weird sibling heart-to-heart, Duke’s like “u got a warrant, pig???” and Dicks like 👁️👄👁️. Duke passive-aggressively hands Dick a doughnut. And Dick doesn’t rrly get shit for being a cop/having been a cop bc most ppl assume he’s a stripper so this is new to him.

[kettlefire]

Not Always a Villain (DP x DC Prompt)

Alfred Pennyworth is a man who always stands on business. Despite what the world might think, Alfred is truly the scariest man within the Wayne family.

He is a man of morals, that is correct. There are some lines Alfred refuses to cross. Harming kids is one of them. However, some morals become flexible when it comes to his family.

Alfred isn't Batman. Or any of the other vigilantes under Batman's wing. Alfred is simply a butler, and that's all that matters. He loves his family, deeply and truly. If there is a day when no love is shared, that is the day he is dead.

Despite all that, Alfred is detatched from the vigilante work. His job is to be there for the Wayne family. To offer them help in any way he can. And Alfred always delivers.

Even if it goes unnoticed, just how large of a role he plays.

Alfred is content with his role, with his life. He is more than happy keeping his darker traits hidden and tucked away. Unneeded in a family like the Waynes.

That was until a new villain appeared in the scene. A young man who seemed to strick fear in the hearts of everyone who encountered him. With snow white hair and blood red eyes.

Alfred barely spared a thought to it. Barely paid attention to the chatter about this villain. It wasn't his job to. Alfred was simply a butler, and that was all.

That was until the day it happened. Damian Wayne was sent to the hospital. Bloodied and broken. A truly brutal attack.

When Alfred looked down at the young master. Bruised in a hospital bed with a tube helping him to breathe. Bandages hiding most of the damage, but the whole family knew. This was an extremely close call.

In that moment, Alfred Pennyworth snapped.

He pulled some strings and checked in a few long, overdue favors. Before long, Alfred was on his own mission. He didn't breathe a word of it to Bruce or the others.

Alfred knew they would try to stop him. Or worses, they'll try to join in. This was something Alfred needed to do. Despite being an overall kind-hearted man, Alfred still had the heart of a stone cold killer.

He failed when it had been Jason. Alfred wasn't going to fail Damian. Not another Wayne kid will be failed. Not anymore.

Alfred had been so set on doing it. In taking out this villain before things escalated further. This young man was clearly cold-hearted, willing to hurt anyone and anything.

That's what Alfred thought.

What he believed until the moment he was face to face with the young man. It had been so certain. The man was unbelievably cold. Laughing in the face of Alfred's words, only stroking the old man's anger.

That was until Alfred had landed a hit, and everything shifted.

Blood red eyes suddenly shifted to bright lazarus pit green. The cruel look in those eyes suddenly changed to a horrified guilty expression. The man had stopped the fight in an instant.

Pulling away from Alfred. Terror and guilt clear as day as the villain seemed to retreat. In that moment, it all seemed to click in Alfred's mind.

This wasn't a villain. He wasn't a monster only determined to hurt anyone in his path. He wasn't the Joker.

Even when green eyes turned red once again. Even when the young man struggled and fought against him.

Alfred didn't yield.

He slapped special cuffs on the man, removing the powers he had. Dragged the villain all the way back to the cave.

Even when the anger and recognition flooded everyones' expressions. Alfred didn't stand down. He held strong, refusing to let anyone get their hands on the young man.

The young man that seemed too much like a young boy.

Alfred pushed the crusade to help. Laid his case out. Pulled the trust card. The supposed villain wasn't the person Alfred had beef with.

Not after hour long interrogations. Getting as much information as they could. It was a struggle, but it found an end. Alfred had no qualms with this young man.

No, he quickly learned who was to blame. Who was the person who deserved Alfred's anger. Deserved to pay for what was done. Alfred had a name, and soon... Very soon, that person will be in an obituary. A name was all Alfred needed.

Alfred was going to take down this Freakshow. Even if it was the last thing he could do.

[yabee-tea]

Just watched the movie a few days ago and I am SUCH a big fan of him.

[but-a-humble-goon]

Henchman: Master, we've brought you the two Batgirls that have been plaguing us for weeks. Villain: Ah, the One Who is All. Daughter of Cain, slayer of Shiva and heir to the bat. There are some who call you the greatest of all warriors. So we finally meet. Cass: [rolling around on the floor trying to gnaw through her ankle restraints] Villain: Alright then. And you are? Steph: Call me Stephanie and not to intimidate you or anything but I play a pretty mean game of ping pong.

[galaxymagitech]

Duke: Why does Batman have so many rules? I can’t help him if he won’t let me!

Dick: Rules only count if you respect the person who gave them.

Duke: But I…respect Batman…mostly.

Steph: If you stick your fingers in your ears and say “lalalala” loud enough, the rules don’t exist.

Jason: Nah, no need for that, Duke, I already blew the rules up. They’re dead.

Duke: I don’t think that’s how it works…

Damian: Father has no power over you. Ignore him.

Duke: Tim, you’re my last chance. Help me.

Tim: Oh? Just kill him. Then the rules won’t count. You can borrow my death ray blueprints.

Duke: …

Barbara: …who forgot to give Tim coffee?

[hqbits]

arkham riddler pre-yassification

[gremlin-in-the-woods]

Asking help to find a prompt, again.

Basically dead on main soulmates. They are so connected that their core elements are what the other needed when the other died. The whole reason Jason was resurrected was because Danny became the ghost king. I think it also affected their soul marks. Any who this makes it so when John Constantine meets Jason he thinks that Jason sold his soul to the ghost king.

[kimjun]

Damian: why do you think i don’t like you? i do. i would kill for you.

Damian: ask me to kill for you.

y/n:

y/n: first of all, calm down—

[allthegothihopgirls]

jason todd abusing the hell out the emotional reaction he can strike in bruce by calling him 'dad':

diana's coming to gotham to help out with something 'strictly business', and jason is just dying to watch her in action from the sidelines.

but bruce forbids it (he knows that if diana sees jason she'll fold immediately after they finish up and insist on hanging around for a bit longer).

however the second jason pulls out the: "but daaaaaad, i haven't seen her in soooooo long" all bruce can see in his head is the little robin who gawked over meeting wonder woman for the first time, and 'oh my god he hasn't spoken to me like that since he was little imissthissomuch'

cut to jason spectating batman and wonder woman from a nearby gotham rooftop, slurpee in hand + watching intently as diana slams a villain into the ground, causing the concrete below them to crack. (do you even know how much jason has to restrain himself from squealing??).

[k2ntoss]

i can bite him he can bite me

[rewrittenwrongs]

Thinking more about my Tim and Billy were childhood friends propaganda. About a Tim joins the Batfamily late au where he and Billy get back in contact and convince the Drakes to adopt him, and they get into a bunch of shenanigans together once Tim knows his identity: Billy teleporting back to Fawcett or Tim showing him his batwatching routes. And as soon as the adoption becomes public the Wayne’s are working their asses off to befriend them because Billy’s last name is BATSON they just have to, and then they start noticing all the disappearing acts and the Drake’s less than stellar parenting and maybe they visit Fawcett to talk to Captain and freak tf out when they catch a glimpse of Billy because he was in Gotham like two hours ago?? How???