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can you give a list of DC characters you write for plz? :0

here it is, maybe I forget someone so you can still ask bc i can write for them anyway

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WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

clarifications:

○ I only write for fem readers, bc i don't feel comfortable writing any other way and I feel that not knowing certain things can cause discomfort or hurt other people's feelings, so since I don't want to hurt anyone, I stay in my comfort zone.

○ This list can change constantly, the characters I write for have to be liked in some way or be attracted to (weirdo) so it changes all the time. (also maybe I forget someone so you still can ask)

masterlist - let your request here

DC COMICS

✰ Bruce wayne (cómics, bale, affleck)

✰ Dick grayson

✰ Jason todd

✰ Wally west

✰ Barry allen

more soon...

TV SHOWS

soon...

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I want to change the aesthetics of this but I don't know what theme MAD

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Batsis X Wally West with an accidental pregnancy? How’s everyone reacting? Is Bruce (or dick) trying to strangle Wally?

FLASHGNACY — ( Wally west! )

summary: You and Wally had a little slip-up, and now it's time to tell the whole Batfam about the little bean

pairing: Wally west x batsis!reader

open request - Wally masterlist

You didn't plan it, obviously, it was irresponsible of you two, you had recently returned from a mission that had left you exhausted and stressed, and what was the best way for you to relax after a mission? Fucking. Because it had been totally irresistible to feel Wally's hands running down the back of your suit and how his hand felt holding your hips while he stood behind you, leaning his body against you, while you listened to Dick's final speech after the mission.

And it was more than enough to get to where you were today.

Now you're in the bathroom, holding a positive test, gasping for air. You've faced assassins, cosmic entities, and even Alfred's trial, but this is definitely beyond you.

And Wally is, how to put it... a little tense, the first thing that crosses his mind was you, he knew that with you he wanted to have children and have his whole life, but he didn't think it would happen so quickly, but you know what? it's okay, as long as you were healthy and nothing happened to you, it would be fine, both can make a beautiful family. Then he thought about his family, they definitely wouldn't say anything bad to him, maybe his Aunt would look at him like "I gave you a talk, remember?" but she would be happy, just like Barry, you and he weren't children anymore, so nothing to reproach.

But the problem was when he remembered what the real problem was, your family, how would you tell the richest man in Gotham City, who was also the Dark Knight, that he had accidentally make pregnat his daughter? Or your brothers, Dick and Jason wanted to kill him, Tim would be quite surprised by the miscalculation of you two, but Damian and Bruce were the real problem, Bruce would end his life, he was more than sure, but if he didn’t do it, he was sure that Damian would, that boy really hated him, he hated that his sister was dating him for some reason, and now he found out about this, he would definitely die.

It was Bruce you decided to tell everything to first; it was better to tell him in person than for him to hear it from others. The echo of their footsteps resonated in the vast space of the Batcave, the darkness barely interrupted by the faint glow of the screens illuminating Bruce's serious face. Alfred stood to one side of him. He didn't turn around immediately, but the silence between the three of you was charged with an unbearable electricity, a weight that crushed every unspoken word.

Wally paced beside you, restless, biting his lip, hands in his pockets, trying to gather his thoughts. He knew there was no turning back.

As you approached, you felt your heart race. It wasn't just the news you had to deliver, but the stares you'd face. The gaze of your father and your grandfather. The air seemed to grow thicker, almost cold, as your fingers nervously intertwined.

With your voice firmer than you felt, you said, "Can we talk?" Your voice was louder than you expected, but it didn't waver. You couldn't afford to tremble, not in front of him.

Bruce didn't respond immediately. He just turned slowly toward you, his gaze falling on you first, then on Wally, who was standing half a step behind. Alfred, at his side, frowned slightly, not that that was a common occurrence.

"Of course," Bruce finally replied, with that calmness of his that could sometimes be more terrifying than any scream.

He stepped back from the console, crossed his arms, and waited. There was no greeting. No gesture of relief at seeing them safe and sound. Just that implacable air that enveloped him every time he prepared to face a critical situation.

"What's going on?" he added.

Wally gulped beside you. You felt him shift subtly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, as if his legs wanted to run but their roots were anchored to the stone of the Batcave. For the first time, the fastest boy in the world seemed unsure of how to move forward.

It was you who took a step forward. You felt the pounding in your ears, in your throat, as if your own body wanted to retreat but you didn't. You couldn't. It wasn't just your truth you were about to let go of: it was the future reaching out to them without asking permission.

"I'm pregnant," you said, without embellishment.

The words didn't crash. They didn't explode. They just hung there, floating in the icy air of the cave. Bruce didn't react immediately. He watched you intently. He studied your face as if he could gauge your heart rate, your level of conviction, your fear. Then he looked at Wally, who held his gaze as if his life depended on it.

Alfred, on the other hand, was the first to move. Very slowly, as if the words had just unwound a part of his chest that had been locked away for years. His eyes widened slightly. Then they softened completely. "Oh..." he said briefly, his lips trembling a little before breaking into a small, warm smile. "My God."

Bruce glanced at him, and in that gesture, a silent conversation began between them. Years and years of shared silence, of open wounds, of a family built from rubble… and now this.

A son. A grandson.

Bruce took a deep breath and looked back at you. "How long have you known?" he asked, his voice low and not harsh.

"Couple days ago" you replied.

He nodded once, as if confirming something he'd already suspected. Bruce always knew everything before anyone told him, but this time, this time he was surprised. The silence returned, but it wasn't as oppressive this time. It was as if all thoughts were adjusting to the new order of the universe.

"Are you okay?" he finally asked you. And that question, coming from him, was all you needed.

"Yes" you replied, and this time your voice did tremble a little. But not from fear.

Alfred approached, as if he couldn't stay away for a second longer. He placed a firm hand on your shoulder, warm, protective, barely trembling.

"Darling," he murmured, his eyes glassy. "You don't know how much this means. Your father..." He paused, glancing at Bruce. "Well, he may not say it out loud, but this... this is important to him. To all of us."

Wally looked down, smiling faintly, as if he could only just breathe. Bruce, still with his arms crossed, watched him silently for a second longer.

Bruce came a little closer, close enough for you to notice the change. He wasn't the same intimidating shadow he'd always been. There was something in his eyes. Something you didn't remember seeing before.

Pride, you could see him happy, you didn't need him to express it.

"And you," he added, looking at you intensely. "You're going to be a great mother."

You froze. Because he didn't say it with emotion. He didn't say it with a smile. But he said it. As if it were a truth he'd always known.

Alfred laughed softly, breaking the tension completely. "It's about time this cave had some life."

They'd waited a week since Bruce found out. Just one. It was Alfred's idea, "Wait until you're ready. And when they say it, do it your way," and you listened to him. It was the most sensible thing to do. They were all there, thanks to a dinner you'd arranged yourself under the guise of a "family reunion." The dinner was simple. Nothing fancy. You and Wally prepared it as if it were just another moment. But deep down, you both knew you were about to cross a line.

"What exactly are we celebrating?" Jason asked, spearing an olive from his plate.

Then you stood up. “There’s something we want to tell you.”

Wally stood up next to you, clearly more nervous than you. Even though you were about to throw up from your nerves.

"We're expecting a baby," you blurted out. No beating around the bush.

The silence was immediate. At first, no one moved. As if the words hadn't finished arriving.

Jason was the first to react. "Excuse me?" He blinked. "Did anyone else hear that, or was my coffee drugged?"

Tim looked up, processing the sentence more slowly than usual. "Pregnant... really? Confirmed? Any tests? Estimated weeks?"

"Yes, Tim," you said, with a mixture of tenderness and nerves. "Confirmed."

Jason looked at you. Then at Wally.

"Wow..." he finally let out, with a dry laugh. "Wow. Do you realize we're going to have a red-haired baby running around here? A mini-Wally."

Bruce stood slowly. He walked over to you. He looked at you, then at Wally. He didn't speak immediately. "Congratulations," he finally said. His voice was firm, serious, but real. A few words, but you felt them like an absolution. A blessing.

And Alfred, from the other end of the table, raised his cup.

"The first grandchild of the Wayne family… I guess I'll have to dust off the crib."

And then, her eyes went to Damian and Dick, the only ones who remained silent. Their arms were crossed, their gaze fixed on an indefinite point.

Damian didn't move. Not a blink. He remained with his arms crossed, his jaw tense, and his gaze fixed on some spot on the tablecloth, as if he were burning it with his mind. The atmosphere had eased after Alfred's comment and Bruce's curt but firm blessing… but the air was still thick. For the two of them.

You looked at them. You didn't say anything. You knew forcing them would only make things worse.

Damian was the first to speak, standing up. He walked over to you. He looked at you for a long second. "Are you happy?" he asked bluntly.

"Yes," you said. And he simply nodded once in response.

“Then okay, I think…” Damian continued, “she’s having a child with you. And that means I’m going to have to… accept it. Because you chose him.” He turned and stopped right in front of Wally. ��I swear, if you ever make her cry because of anything other than pregnancy hormones, I’m going to train until I can beat you. And when I do beat you… I’m going to beat your face in.”

"Accepted," Wally replied seriously, slightly inclining his head.

Damian nodded, satisfied, and then hugged you. He hugged you tight. Much tighter than anyone else had that night. "It's going to be hard, he murmured, his chin tucked into your shoulder. "But I'm going to want it too. If it's yours… it's mine too."

You pressed your lips together to keep from breaking. And when he pulled away, everyone's eyes went to the last one missing: Dick.

He was standing. Quiet. With his hands in his pockets. He wasn't looking at you, or at Wally. Just at the ground. As if he needed a few more seconds of air.

"Dick?" you asked softly.

"Now you're going to be a mom, with that stupid Wallace, but I'm happy" then, he hugged you as if it were the last day on earth. "You're going to be amazing, and I hope that baby doesn't look anything like you". he looked at Wally suspiciously, while whispering words that only they could hear between them. "I'm going to kill you, Wallace."

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Wally west x batsis!reader where they get caught by Bruce with their pants down (literally).

It’d be funny to see overprotective dad bruce and Wally thinking ‘great so this is how I die’ lol 💕

BATCAUGHT — ( Wally west! )

summary: It's been a few weeks since you've seen your wally, so why not try something non usual?

pairing: Wally west x batsis!reader

open request - wally masterlist

The Batcave was, for once, completely empty. Tim was on a mission with Steph. Damian was with Alfred. Dick had promised not to show up until the next day. And Bruce had a meeting with the League at the Watchtower or something.

"Are you sure no one's home?" Wally asked, his voice an impatient whisper against your neck as he pinned you against the mainframe console, letting you feel the choice pressing against you.

"As sure as hell as if someone shows up, we're both going to die," you replied with a crooked smile, your nails gently scratching the back of his neck.

It wasn't the first time you had sneaked into the cave, but it was the first time you ere both so desperate. It had been a couple of weeks since you had last seen each other, and the adrenaline of doing it in the most forbidden of all possible places made everything burn even more.

Wally positioned you with ease, his lips finding yours with an urgency he made no attempt to hide. Your legs tangled around his waist as he sat you on the edge of the console, one of his hands moving down to your waist, the other caressing your bare thigh.

Your pants were already on the floor. His, pulled down just enough so you could feel how impatient he was.

"I missed this," he murmured between kisses, his voice husky, his fingers tracing a slow path over your exposed skin. "I missed you."

You looked at him from so close that you felt his heartbeat crash against yours. His forehead rested against yours, and his lips moved down to your neck as you let out a sigh that he caught with a satisfied smile.

"It took you weeks to show up," you complained through gritted teeth, without real anger. "Do you know how many times I was on the verge of running away to Central City?"

"It would have been the best news of the month," he replied, placing a kiss behind your ear that made you shudder. "But you know me… when Barry needs me, I have to run."

Your fingers buried themselves in his hair, pulling him back to you. The heat between you was suffocating, delicious, and the space between his lips and your skin grew ever more nonexistent. Your hips shifted, seeking more contact. He moaned softly against your neck. Your hands found the hem of his shirt, and you pulled it up with suppressed desperation, letting your lips travel down his hot, racing chest.

Wally gasped, his hands squeezing your thighs, his mouth seeking yours again with a perfect mix of tenderness and need.

"I swear I dreamed about this every night," he said between kisses.

"Then put on your clothes and keep dreaming," a deep voice replied.

Wally froze, his eyes boring into yours as a cold sweat trickled down his back. It took you half a second to turn in the direction of the voice… and wish you could disappear.

Bruce was there. Standing. A few steps away. Arms crossed. Frowning. And that look that could freeze hell. The hood was up, but the stiffness in his posture was enough to tell he'd run out of patience before he even stepped off the damn teleporter.

"D... Dad," you managed to say, barely a muffled whisper.

"Hey, Mr. Wayne!" Wally jumped in, twisting around as best he could, covering himself with his T-shirt as he tried to put his pants on backward for the second time in two minutes. "This isn't what it looks like. Although in retrospect, it is exactly what it looks like, but oh no, I put it on backward again!"

Bruce didn't blink. "Five. Seconds."

"Five seconds for what?!" Wally exclaimed, almost panicking.

"To get dressed, run from this cave, and seriously consider abstinence," Bruce replied, his tone not changing even a decibel.

Wally struggled with his pants zipper as if it were saving his life.

"Yes, sir! Understood, sir! Totally understandable, sir!"

"Stop calling him 'sir,'" you muttered, covering yourself with the first thing you found. .

Bruce didn't move. He didn't need to. His presence filled everything. The silence was deadly. As soon as Wally disappeared into the tunnel, your father spoke.

"The Batcave?" Bruce looked at you as if he was seriously considering hanging you upside down next to the suits. "You know there are cameras at every entrance, right?"

"Dad..."

"No, don't even start." He crossed his arms again.

"We're going to have a very long talk. And if Wally sets foot in this cave again, I'm going to kick him off the planet. Is that clear?"

You nodded. Not because you agreed, but because you were on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Bruce turned back to the console. He looked at it as if it were contaminated.

"Nothing happened on the console," you quickly clarified.

"I don't care." He was silent for a few seconds. "I hope, for West's sake, it was worth it."

"Yes," you replied without thinking, a silly grin creeping onto your lips. "It was totally worth it."

Bruce didn't respond. He just sighed long and deeply, turning to disappear into the darkness of the hallway.

And you, still half wrapped in the thermal blanket, muttered to yourself, "Still... it wasn't the first time."

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I AM IN NEED: Wally West X F! Reader that had bad relationships before him, and he is the first green (florest) flag she ever had

MY BEAUTIFUL FOREST ( Wally west! )

Summary: After life hated you for so long, life gives you the best boy in the world.

pairing:Wally west x fem!reader

open request - Wally masterlist

You didn't know what it was like to be at peace with someone until you started dating Wally. Because before him, love and peace didn't go hand in hand. Love before him had been something else, something you wouldn't call love at all these days.

It had been a cold war in which you always came out hurt, even if you didn't know exactly what you'd done wrong, but it was always your fault. It was common to go to bed with an upset stomach, replaying conversations over and over, searching for the exact point where you'd probably messed up, or maybe it had been an attitude you'd had? Had you been overly friendly with other guys?

For so long, you'd been the "overly sensitive" and dramatic girl who cried over everything, being the one to blame for everything that happened, and yet you still gave yourself the right to cry over something you'd caused; that you were intense when you felt, when you liked something or something caught your attention, that you had to regulate your intensity so as not to embarrass others, and when you finally learned to do that, now you were too cold and it seemed that everything disgusted you, and the moment came when, suddenly, you didn't know how to be.

Once, your ex told you that you were ruined, that you were too difficult to love, to spend time with, that “no one was going to stay with you for long,” and if you were already in a hole, now you had six feet of earth above you, because a part of you believed him.

So when you met Wally, you completely walked away, you didn't want to keep suffering, and if that meant spending your whole life alone, you were more than willing to do it for your own good, for your mental health.

You thought it was going to be the same, that he was going to get tired of you and then leave, but no.

Wally appeared with a huge smile, with that bright energy that seemed to fill every corner of the room. He was spontaneous, awkward at times, and talked a lot, as if he had no filter, but there was something about him, something warm.

The first few times he texted you just to check on you, you thought it was a ploy. When he asked for your opinion, you expected him to scoff. When he looked at you like you were the only person in the world, you felt the urge to look back, convinced he couldn't be the one for you. Your brain constantly searched for red flags where there weren't any, because that's what you knew.

But luckily, Wally was a stubborn boy who kept trying until he was exhausted. What would have become of your life if he had stopped admitting it? You'd almost have missed the opportunity of a lifetime if you hadn't succumbed to Wally's charms. He was totally different.

He sent you good morning texts, listened to you talk about your things with genuine attention, and didn't interrupt, didn't make you feel invisible. When you laughed, his smile stretched to his ears, and when you got serious, his expression softened, as if his first instinct was to look out for you.

One night, while walking through the city after he returned from a mission, he bought you an ice cream without asking what flavor. It was the one you liked, you didn't know he'd remembered.

"How did you know?" you asked, barely smiling.

Wally looked at you out of the corner of his eye, with that smile of his that always seemed to know more than he was saying. "You told me, honey. It's not that hard to remember. You always buy mint flavored things."

And that was when you felt that strange knot in your chest, not the one you felt constantly before, it didn't come from fear, but from the tenderness for the attention he was giving you, it was something new for you, and it was funny to see Wally do it so normally when for you it was the strangest thing in the world.

And as you walked back, ice cream in hand, he talked and talked about everything, from how funny it was that Nightwing fell off the roof, to a new movie he wanted to see, you looked at him.

You looked at him with a heavy heart because you were beginning to feel that, for the first time, you didn't have to defend yourself from love, that you just had to let yourself be loved and allow yourself to be happy.

─ᯓϟ

Every time you saw him, you couldn't help but remember every beautiful moment he'd given you. Sometimes with words, sometimes with gestures, and other times, just by looking at you as if you were the best part of his day.

You were sitting at the living room table, frowning, trying to solve a problem on your laptop. Concentrating, frustrated, biting your lip like you always did when something didn't go your way.

Wally was lying on the floor next to you, eating a cereal bar, saying nothing. He just stared at you from his horizontal position, his head resting on one of the chairs, his expression completely stunned.

"What's wrong?" you asked without looking up, feeling his gaze fixed on you.

He grinned like a kid who'd just been caught doing something he knew he shouldn't. "Nothing. You look so pretty when you're concentrating… and I want to distract you."

You looked at him with a mixture of tenderness and warning. "Wally no..."

"Please... give me a kiss?"

"Wally..."

"A little one."

You rolled your eyes, returning to your laptop... or trying to. Because it wasn't even five minutes until you were sitting on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and his lips tangled with yours, completely forgetting what you were doing before. The laptop was left open, alone, its screen flickering on standby; and you, as always, fell in love with his warm love.

─ᯓϟ

The sun was barely shining through the window, and you were in his bed, tangled in the sheets and on his chest. Wally had been awake for a while now, but he didn't move, not because he couldn't, but because he didn't want to. He had one hand resting on your bare back, absentmindedly drawing circles while his other hand gently played with your hair.

You woke up late, messy, with your hair messed up and your face swollen from sleeping so much. "Have you been awake long?" you murmured without opening your eyes.

"For centuries, but I'm in no hurry to move."

You smiled against his skin, seeking his warmth, snuggling in a little closer. "What are we going to do today?" you asked, in that low voice you only used for him.

Wally leaned down slightly to reach something on the nightstand and, as gently as ever, passed a cup of hot tea into your hands.

"Nothing," he said, kissing you on the forehead. "Today, we're just you, me, and this giant blanket."

And you, with your head resting on his chest, the aroma of the tea, his calm breathing and his fingers still playing with your hair, you felt for the first time in a long time that the world outside could wait.

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The rain tapped softly against the apartment windows, and everything took on that bluish-gray hue that slowed the world down. You were standing in the kitchen, back to the counter, wearing one of Wally's oversized T-shirts that reached your thighs. He was a few steps away, searching for ingredients for French toast as if it were a highly complex mission.

"Are you sure this is made with cinnamon?" he asked, frowning at the jar.

“More than sure,” you said, smiling as you climbed onto a chair to reach the bread on the shelf.

Wally turned just in time to see you stretch out on your tiptoes. He walked quickly over to you and placed his hands on your waist. "Do you know that you look very pretty today?"

"Only today?"

"Always." And he set you down in one easy motion, leaving a quick kiss on your cheek before setting you down.

The kitchen was a mess. There were eggshells on the edge of the sink, flour on the counter, and a soft playlist playing in the background. He cooked his way, which was to say, messily, improvising, dancing without music when he got bored of waiting for the pan to heat up.

You looked at him, sitting at the kitchen island again, legs crossed, tea in your hands. You watched him move, sing softly, test the blend with his finger like he was an expert, and you thought, How can someone make such an ordinary day feel so full of love?

"What?" he asked, noticing your gaze.

"Nothing."

"You're smiling like you're doing something right."

"That's what you're doing."

Wally tilted his head. “The toast?”

"No, you. You're doing everything right."

And it was as if the world stopped for a second. He looked at you without saying anything. Then he put down the spatula, walked over to you, and positioned himself between your legs.

“Sometimes I wonder if you even realize how much you are,” he said, running a hand down your cheek. “How strong, sweet, and good you are, even when the world wasn’t right with you.”

You bit your lip, feeling that sentence hit you right in the center of your chest. "I didn't feel like this before. With anyone."

"I know."

"With you… it doesn't hurt. I'm not afraid. I'm just here."

Wally smiled, that smile of his that seemed to encompass everything. "And with me, that's enough. You don't have to do anything but be you."

And he kissed you, Slowly, Warmly. As if he were in no hurry, as if that kiss were his home.

The rain kept falling, and the world, for a little while, was reduced to just that: A messy kitchen, two burnt pieces of toast, and a love so simple and so real, that it made you forget that you ever thought you didn't deserve it.

You were finally calm, you were safe, in a house full of love and warmth, and that love had a first and last name.

And his name was Wally West.

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Hi, I don't know if you've seen ATLA but could you write a Batmom x Jason one shot inspired by the Azula mirror scene, in which Jason shortly after returning to Gotham as Red Hood one night after having killed some criminals, being alone he hallucinates with Batmom and confronts her about how she didn't avenge his death either, she replaced him with Tim and that she thinks he's a monster but the hallucination only tells him that she loves him and that she always will, you can chose how it ends

WHY MOM? ( Jason Todd! )

summary: Jason is furious and disappointed with the entire family, but he is willing to forgive his mother because he just wants to feel loved again.

platonic Jason todd, batmom!reader

tw: ITS SAD OKAY? I warned you, I didn't watch atla either, so, sorry if it's not what you wanted

open request - Jason masterlist

The shed stank of gunpowder and blood .

Empty bullets were scattered across the concrete floor like broken teeth, and three bodies lay inert in the gloom, scum who deserved no compassion, who didn't deserve their lives. He walked away from the scene, abandoning the bodies with the intention of leaving a message, with the intention of making it clear that chaos would no longer reign here. Here was Redhood, the man they should respect if they didn't want to end up like this, the man who was in control of the city.

But even when Jason took off his helmet and threw it to the floor with a metallic thud, he felt no relief. Only the constant hum beneath his skin. His reflection was cut by the spiderweb of broken glass, perhaps a poetic way for life to remind him how broken he was, leaving him to see himself with the weary gaze of someone carrying more ghosts than ammunition.

Since he had returned it had been impossible for him to rest, everything looked so different from how he remembered it, from how everything had been five years ago, he couldn't keep his eyes closed for more than five seconds without remembering his traumatic last moments, life had been so hard on him, taking away the little he had, and there were no longer any traces of his past.

He had seen you, Batman with a new Robin, as if nothing had happened five years ago, he had seen you with that boy, together, laughing and spending time in a cafeteria where you could read books from the Library, he saw you do the things you did with him when he was a child, he saw you replacing him as if he had never existed, what kind of mother would forget her son if she loved him as much as you said she did? What kind of mother would replace her brutally murdered son?

His breathing became shaky. A silent rage crept up his throat, and when he looked back in the mirror, there you were.

You were there, your figure wrapped in that same dark coat you used when you waited for them to return from their night patrols, your hair tied up carelessly as always, your eyes big and soft, just as he remembered you, just like those nights in the cave, when you treated his broken knuckles without telling him you were scared, this time you didn't say anything either, you just looked at him with that tenderness that hurt.

"Don't look at me like that," Jason spat out, his voice harsh and cracking. "You have no right to look at me like that."

He took a step toward you, as if he could still push you, as if you were still alive. As if this weren't another damn illusion playing tricks on his mind. "You're not here," he growled, his eyes glassy. "You can't be here because you didn't come. Not when it mattered."

Your face didn't change. You didn't blink. You didn't interrupt him.

"I died," he continued, with a dry laugh that scratched his chest. "And you didn't lift a finger, you didn't care, you didn't force him to do anything, you let the Joker keep breathing... and you brought someone else in my place. You're as bad as Bruce, if not worse."

The words tumbled out like poison, but as soon as they left his mouth, they hurt him more than they hurt you. He stood trembling, his fists clenched, his breathing ragged. He waited for you to get angry. To scream. To prove him right with your silence.

But you just stared at him. With that expression of yours, soft, broken, as if you too were holding yourself together by threads. "Jay..." you said, barely above a whisper.

He squeezed his eyes shut. As if your voice alone was enough to make him bleed. "No, don't say my name like you care, you don't have the right."

Your face didn't change. But your eyes did. They shone with a reflection of still water. Of words that hurt to say. "I keep telling you this because I still feel it. Because I never stopped mattering."

Jason shook his head, furious, as if he wanted to tear the sentence out of his skin. “Lie!” he spat. “If you cared, you would have done something. You just kept quiet! You let it go on like nothing happened! I was replaced! I was forgotten!”

"I never forgot you!" you blurted out, breaking the silence with an intensity that made him take a step back.

"Then why did you let me die?" he cried, torn apart, his voice no longer that of hatred, but that of a lost child. "Why didn't anyone come? Why didn't you look for me? Why didn't you avenge me?"

You approached, your steps shaky. You knelt before him, without touching him. "Because I didn't know how," you confessed, your voice ashen. "Because I didn't have enough strength. Because the world shut down when you left, and I didn't know how to go on."

Jason was shaking. His breathing was erratic, shallow.

"I thought you were doing it right," he spat out. "That you just... let me go."

You shook your head, your eyes fixed on his. "I never let go of you. I stayed with you in every corner of that house, in every corner of my body. I only learned to live with the emptiness."

You took a breath, as if swimming against your own shipwreck.

"And when Bruce brought another boy... I didn't understand, I got angry" .you paused before continuing, trying to remain calm. "I didn't understand how he could risk another child, but he's a good boy, just like you, Jay..."

The silence that formed was different this time. It wasn't the same one that isolated him. It was deeper. More intimate. As if, for a second, they were breathing the same thing.

"I'm not the same boy" he murmured, looking up at you, but his eyes were broken. "I'm not your son."

"You are everything I love. Even if you don't recognize yourself in the mirror, even if you're covered in darkness."

"I'm a monster..."

"No, my love" you knelt beside him. Your hand hovered over his head, like when you stroked his hair as a child. "You're hurt. And I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you."

He cried then. Silently. In that way that makes no noise but breaks everything inside. He trembled. He sank to his knees. He brought his hands to his face. He didn't have the strength to keep fighting you. Or his pain. "I just wanted someone to come for me..."

"I would have gone through hell to do it," you said. "But I was late, I'm so sorry, honey."

You leaned in, and though your hand never touched him, Jason felt the phantom warmth of your touch. Of what used to comfort him when the world was less cruel. “I love you, Jay Bird. Always have. And always will.”

He shook his head. Tears filled his eyes without permission. "I'm a monster now. What I do. What I am. There's no redemption for me."

"You're not a monster," you whispered. "You're a heartbroken boy who was betrayed by the world, and so have I, even if I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry. I love you, Jay."

"Say it again please"

"I love you, honey"

Jason fell to his knees. He closed his eyes. As if that could get you out of his head. As if it could kill the image, the memory, the voice. But when he opened them again, you were gone. Only his reflection remained, and he was left alone and broken, kneeling there with his mother's voice echoing among the rubble.

He wanted his mom back, he wanted to be the light of her eyes again, he couldn't bear the regret of having decided to look for the woman who had abandoned him when he was a child, that woman who had betrayed him trying to save herself, he really wanted his mom, he wanted you back.

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Amiga, te aviso por si las moscas, re de 10 todo lo que escribis pero cuando se pone "Nombre de personaje" x "Nombre de personaje", la X indica que es romántico. Para un pairing platónico se pone &, o se aclara "non ship". En tu último fic parece que estás shipeando a Robin con su propia mamá 😭😭😭

QUE??? NO SABIA NADA LPM QUE VERGÜENZA gracias por avisarme nadie me dijo na jjsjs

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Hey, you know, the young justice show, right? I was wondering if you can make one with like hot bombshell batmom and she visits dick at young justice league's base and like Wally and all the rest of the guys, start flirting on her.

YOUR MOM IS SUCH A MIL- ( batmom )

Summary: You didn't want to attract attention, you just wanted to spend a few minutes with your oldest son.

batmom!reader, Dick grayson

open request - dick grayson masterlist

There weren't many occasions when you went to visit Dick, the boy still lived in the mansion but perhaps spent a few weeks away busy, since the young Justice was created, and Bruce decided that his protégé was ready to work as a team, the weeks began to feel longer.

So once or twice, when your schedule wasn't jam packed with charity events, Wayne Enterprises meetings, or nights spent patrolling with Bruce, you'd indulged yourself in a quick trip to Mount Justice. Sometimes just to see him for five minutes, to leave him a gift, or other times, like today, with a small, foilwrapped box filled with those coconut cookies Alfred taught you how to make.

What you didn't expect was to cause a little chaos in the group of teenagers as soon as you set foot inside the place.

"Isn't that Mrs. Wayne? Look at her shoes, Z!" you heard someone whisper.

"It can't be his mother, she's not old enough," said another.

"Maybe the league sent her to show us something, I'd like it to be her locker room."

You turned with a friendly smile, letting your dark glasses slide down the end of your nose. "Hey girls, how are you? I'm looking for Robin."

M'gann's eyes widened, dropping the rag she'd been wiping the table with. She'd seen you several times in the magazines she'd bought about the world of entertainment, or on television when there were galas and all the cameras were waiting for Mr. and Mrs. Wayne to arrive. You were definitely more imposing in person. Zatanna giggled nervously. Her friend's mom? She was truly dazzling, and Artemis simply crossed her arms, sizing you up and down with a raised eyebrow, trying to hide her surprise at your arrival.

"I knew it was you!" Zatanna exclaimed, delighted. "Wow... Mrs. Wayne, it's a pleasure."

“And a sight,” Artemis muttered under her breath.

Behind you, a burst of speed announced the arrival of Wally, his hair tousled and his expression ecstatic. "I knew it was your perfume" he said breathlessly, stopping right in front of you. "How are you, Mrs. Wayne?"

You smiled at him with the same warmth you used years ago to serve him hot chocolate in the mansion's kitchen. "Oh, Wally boy, I'm doing great. Thanks for asking. How have you been?"

Wally smiled like he'd won the lottery. "Better now, definitely better now that I see her."

Dick arrived just in time to stop the conversation before it escalated, as always. His gaze flicked from you to Wally and back to you, visibly irritated… and blushing. "Flirting with my mom again? Go away."

Wally threw up his hands as if he were innocent of it all. "Hey! I'm not flirting, I'm being cordial, polite, im appreciating your mom, bro"

"Take your words back, she doesn't want you to like her," Dick muttered, crossing his arms. "Do you realize she's my mom? You son of a b-"

"Boys..." you interrupted, your voice soft, but enough to silence both of them immediately. You walked over to Dick and gently smoothed back a strand of his unruly hair. "Don't fight with your friend over me. I came to visit you, and it's too early for a jealous scene."

"I'm not jealous!" he said, almost indignantly.

"Okay, enough with the drama," Wally came up from the side, his expression pleading. "Can I get a pity cookie?"

"I don't know... Are you going to keep staring and saying things to my mother?" Dick snapped.

"Only the truth."

"Then no."

M'gann appeared at the side of the table, smiling curiously. "What are the cookies made of?"

"It only have coconut and love," you replied, opening the box and showing the perfectly arranged cookies.

Zatanna came over too, intrigued. “Wow. Did you make these?”

"Some of them are mine. Others… Alfred, obviously the best ones are Alfred's."

Wally sniffed from a distance. “Is that… coconut with white chocolate chips?”

Dick squeezed the lid of the box tightly. "Don't even think about it.

"You're cruel," Wally replied, turning to you with an expression that sought mercy. "Could I at least touch the box?"

"Do you want to have both hands?

Wally paused for a second, assessing the threat and still, he reached out. "It's worth the risk."

Dick growled. "Don't touch the box."

But it was too late. You had taken a cookie and offered it to him yourself.

Wally grabbed it like it was an Olympic trophy. "I promise that... well, I don't really promise anything," he said, and brought it to his mouth before Dick could swat it away.

Dick sank into the armchair with a dramatic sigh. "Can we go back to the part where my mom came to visit me and not steal the show?"

"What's your mom's fault she's pretty?" Conner asked before popping a cookie into his mouth, completely ignoring Dick's glare.

That was the last time you visited Mount Justice at Dick's request. He truly loved you, but he preferred you not to go there. From then on, you'd see him at the mansion. Or he'd come looking for you after a mission, but you never returned to the Mount.

But never say never, even though it wasn't common for you to visit the new facilities. In fact, you hadn't done so since your son asked you to years ago.

But this time it was different. It was necessary for you to go there since your husband had asked you to carry classified information and couldn't leave the computer, so you were the only person trustworthy enough available to carry the sensitive file.

Although your clothes were more sober than before, you were still yourself. You liked comfortable clothes that didn't look like you were at home, something elegant that allowed you to feel confident. But even though you made a great effort with your appearance, the common room fell silent as soon as you entered.

"Who... is that?" Bart whispered, stopping mid-comment about video games.

"Oh, Nightwing and Robin's mom"M'gann approached to look at the situation."Hello Mrs. Wayne!"

"Wow, is that their mom?" Jaime asked, his eyes wide.

You just smiled, politely and distantly. Greeting the team was quick, efficient, maternal, yet professional. You handed the sealed envelope to Kaldur, and when you saw Dick appear in the hallway, you gave him the same gentle smile as always.

"I didn't know you were coming," he said to you in a low voice as he approached.

"Bruce didn't have many options available to him," you replied. "So here I am."

"Yes, it shows, Mom."

You spent a few minutes talking with him. Not much. Just enough to catch up. You asked him if he was eating well, if he was sleeping at least five hours, if he was talking to Alfred more often. He pretended to be bothered by the questions, but he didn't take his eyes off you; he had a pending visit at the mansion.

When it was time to leave, you walked back toward the Zeta Tube without rushing. Dick accompanied you for a few meters.

"Thanks for coming," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "I know you don't like being in the middle of all this."

"I don't mind," you said. "I just don't want to inconvenience you."

Dick smiled faintly. "You don't. At least the rest didn't show up."

You stroked his face with your fingers, just like when he was ten. "You have a good team, and you're doing a good job."

Dick blushed, as if he hadn't expected to hear that from you. He looked down and nodded. "I'll call you tomorrow" he promised.

"I hope so." And you were gone, the sound of the Zeta Tube filling the room for a second, and then, nothing. Silence.

Just at that moment, the side door opened.

Wally and Conner entered, carrying bags of food and chatting animatedly. They both stopped when they saw the blue light trail from the portal dissipate.

"Who left?" Conner asked, putting the food on the table.

"Was it... a visitor?" Wally raised his eyebrows, turning to face the group. "Don't tell me your mother finally came!"

Jaime nodded, trying not to laugh. "Three seconds ago. He was here."

Conner turned to Dick. “Was that your mom? She looks… prettier than last time.”

Dick glared at him. “Conner…”

But it was too late.

"Yeah, dude. Your mom's such a milf" Wally said cheerfully, as if he'd just made the most harmless comment in the world.

Dick froze for a second, until he exploded. "WHAT DID YOU SAY!?"

"THAT'S A COMPLIMENT!" Wally shouted, backing away.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Dick launched himself after him without a second thought.

Wally was already running, but he was laughing. "Say it with pride, bro!"

The shouting moved away through the corridors at an absurd speed.

Conner looked at the rest of the group. "I just said she looked pretty."

Tim sighed. “Can we just agree that no one else talks about our Mother? Thanks.”

“Still… your mom is gorgeous,” Cassie murmured with a smile.

And from the hallway, an angry voice shouted, “DON’T CALL MY MOTHER A MILF!”

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THE FUUUUCCK???? I can't believe there are so many of us in such a short time, really thank you to everyone who follows me, to those who comment and support my work, really happy with all your requests, THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🫶🫶🫶

I'm going to be posting all the possible jobs today, you're free to keep sending requests, and as you can see I'm working on all of them

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AYYYYYYY U WENT WITH THE AMAZONIAN IDEA SLAYYYYY I WAS THE ONE THAT SENT U THAT LIST OF IDEAS IM SO GLAD U LIKED IT

I LOVE YOUR LIST THANKS SO MUCH, I'm gonna use some of your ideas soon, I have lots of ideas and a whole week of vacation hsjsidvskan

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YJ'S OFFICIAL COUPLE

Finally, there's a space to tell the love story of the cute official couple of Young Justice. Welcome to learn about their daily lives!

open request - thoughts - Wally masterlist - playlist

wally west x Amazonian!fem Reader

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I LOVE writing for Wally West, requests are always open for him AND I plan to do a series of one shots of Wally in a relationship with a member of YJ, so, you can put options of how you would like the character to be x Wally, it can be with powers, without powers, using some other reference character reading all 👀

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WHO DID SHE DATE WITH? ( bruce wayne! )

summary: Batman had to stop a patrol for a meeting at the watchtower and the young Dick Grayson must wait there until his mother comes to get him, but something he heard once makes him start an investigation.

bruce wayne x wife! reader

open request - hot wife masterlist

They were patrolling the city when a call came from the Watchtower, so Batman had to take Robin there for a quick meeting with J'onn and Diana, but before leaving he left the boy a warning.

"Don't touch anything, don't bother anyone, your mother will come for you soon."

But Dick Grayson was a restless kid and too curious for his own good. He'd spent the last three minutes spinning around in a control chair, watching Barry and Hal talk and laugh. Why did he have to just sit there and not have a little fun with them? They looked funny.

But Bruce's words, "Don't touch anything, don't bother anyone, your mother will be here for you," were still on his mind, but it was too late; he was already breaking the second rule. Dick quietly slid out of his chair, walked over to them, and stood with his arms crossed. "Can I ask a question?"

Barry turned, still smiling. Hal raised an eyebrow. “Sure, little bat,” Hal said. “Do you want to know?”

Dick looked at them very seriously. "I want to know which member of the League my mom dated before she dated Bruce."

The silence was immediate.

Barry blinked. Hal choked on his coffee. Dick looked at them as if he'd asked about the weather.

"What... what did you say, champ?" Barry stammered.

"you heard right."

Hal and Barry exchanged a look of pure, shining curiosity.

“Is that… true?” Hal whispered.

"I've never heard of it," Barry said, leaning in as if Dick were revealing a state secret. "But now I need to know."

"Are you going to help me or not?" Dick, already a little tired, crossed his arms.

"Of course!" Hal responded immediately. "Anything for... the investigation..."

After a few long minutes of plotting the plan, it was finally put into motion. Hallway after hall, one by one, they began interrogating all available members.

Diana saw them coming from the hallway. “Hi, Dick,” she said with a sweet smile. “Are you behaving?”

Dick swallowed. “Yeah...well, technically no, but I'm doing some research.”

"Oh really?" Diana asked, interested.

Hal stepped forward. "Diana, this is for everyone's peace of mind. Do you know who Mrs. Wayne was with before Bruce?"

Diana gave a soft laugh, as if she'd just been asked for the recipe for immortality. "I know things..." she said enigmatically.

"Things?" the three exclaimed in unison.

"But its not my thing to tell."

"Diana, please!"

She winked and left without another word. Dick sighed a little in frustration. Obviously, Diana knew. They went out at least twice a week to spend time together, but his mother's confidant would never tell them anything.

The next person to be questioned was Aquaman, but he didn't turn out as well as they thought.

"Arthur. Did you ever go on a date with Bruce's wife?"

Arthur stopped talking to Mera and looked at them like they were talking prawns. "What? No! Of course not! I'm a married man."

"But before..."

"I'm still a decent man!" he exclaimed, crossing his arms in real offense.

Dick scribbled “Vehement denial, he was standing in front of his wife, he’d be a good suspect, but definitely not the mom type.”

“Who else is missing?” he asked quietly.

"Green Arrow isn't here today," Hal replied. "I think he was coming later."

"And I don't know if you want to include Plastic Man," Barry added, wincing. "But he'll probably say yes just to spite your dad."

Dick nodded thoughtfully.

"I think J'onn's" Barry said after counting on his fingers.

Dick looked at him expressionlessly. "Barry… really?"

Barry threw up his hands, offended, "Okay, okay, let's move on to the next one," Barry said, assuming his previous guess wasn't that smart.

The next person to be questioned was Superman, the man was sitting there in one of the chairs looking at his cup with a smile. "May I know what this little operation is up to?

Dick, Barry, and Hal stopped in front of him as if they were guilty in a trial.

"We're... solving a mystery," Dick replied seriously.

"We want to know which League member Bruce's wife dated before she was with him" Barry added, unfiltered.

Hal nodded solemnly, as if they were carrying on a noble cause.

Clark gave a short, relaxed laugh. He placed his cup on the table and looked at them with the calm expression of someone who's seen it all... and isn't impressed by anything. "All I can tell you..." he said calmly, "is that Bruce wasn't the first... but he was the last."

And with that, he picked up his cup again and stared off into space as if he'd just finished reading the end of a great novel. The three of them fell silent.

"What does that mean?" Hal muttered, confused.

"It means he didn't say anything," Barry complained. .

"It's a closing line to avoid getting into trouble," Dick said, arms crossed.

Frustrated, they walked away from the area. No more clues, no more answers. They returned to where they had started, near the checkpoint, and slumped into their chairs like defeated detectives.

Barry sighed. “I thought we were going to settle something today. What are we, the Uncertainty League?”

"We could have gotten more if we'd put more pressure on Diana," Hal said, annoyed.

"The worst part is, I'm even more confused than before," Dick muttered.

They were silent when the zeta tubes sounded, revealing that you and Oliver Queen were walking in together. Laughing, knowing, at ease, like two old friends sharing a joke from years ago. Oliver had the biggest smile on the planet. You gave him a gentle push on the arm as if he were remembering something only you two knew.

The three observers watched them pass, frozen. Dick narrowed his eyes. Barry opened his mouth slowly. Hal let out a soft, "No way..." voice.

And when you found Dick after looking around, you gave him a loving smile. "Hi, honey. Did you behave?" "

"Yes, Mom…" he replied, slowly lowering his notebook.

Oliver looked at them with a raised eyebrow, noticing the suspicious glances. "What's going on? Are you plotting against Batman?"

"No," they all said at the same time.

you watched them with a barely amused smile. "Are you ready to go, Dick?"

Dick stood up and walked toward you, but before leaving, he looked over his shoulder at Oliver. "Just so you know... if it was you, I'm going to find out."

Oliver stood still for half a second, then raised his hands with an innocent smile.

As mother and son walked down the hall, Hal and Barry slowly turned to Oliver. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

Oliver smiled. "A gentleman has no memory."

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THANKS, BABE ( Dick grayson! )

Summary: Nightwing and Spidey always have each other's backs.

pairing: Dick grayson x spidergirl!reader

open request - dick masterlist

The pump's hum was high-pitched, almost electric. .

00:10... 00:09... 00:08...

“Everyone out. Now.” Nightwing’s voice boomed over the communicator. His tone was firm, determined as ever.

You were already moving, helping Blue Beetle pull an unconscious civilian from the underground warehouse. You felt like everything was coming apart. The air was thick, the concrete creaked with every passing second, but when you looked back, he wasn't with you.

“Where’s Nightwing?” Artemis asked, already outside.

Your heart leapt, and then you saw it, through the internal cameras still active on your visor: Dick, kneeling in front of the control panel, his fingers flying over the codes. Alone.

00:06... 00:05...

“Nightwing, get out of there now!” Aqualad shouted through the communicator.

But Dick didn't move. He remained kneeling in front of the panel, his brow furrowed, his fingers dancing among the wires, trying to short the correct circuit.

You saw her from above, standing on one of the ceiling beams, your muscles tense, the web loaded on your wrists.

00:04...

“He’s not going to arrive,” you muttered to yourself.

00:03...

You jumped without thinking.

"Spidergirl, don't go!" Aqualad tried to stop you, but without thinking, you shot a web at the edge of the upper access and launched yourself back into the warehouse.

You shot through the skylight, just as the countdown reached three, you didn't call out his name this time. You looked for it with your eyes.

He turned around slightly, surprised, but it was too late.

With perfect momentum, you shot a web straight at his torso, wrapped him in a dense net, and dragged you both upwards.

Dick's feet left the ground just as the bomb exploded.

The blast wave threw you into the air. The skylight glass shattered, you fell together onto the warehouse roof, rolling, covered in smoke and dust.

Your forearm was bleeding from a cut. Both were covered in debris, it was painful to breathe, your chest felt tight, and the ringing was still in your ears, but your head immediately turned toward him, and he was already looking at you.

His eyes were open, alert, just a little disoriented, but he was alive. He struggled to his feet and crawled over to you. “Are you okay?” he asked, his brow furrowed, his voice raspy.

"Are you kidding me?" you replied with an incredulous laugh, unable to hide the trembling in your hands. "You almost exploded into a thousand pieces and asked for me!"

Then Dick leaned slightly toward you. He rested his forehead against yours. He closed his eyes. “Thank you,” was all he said. His voice was barely audible, heavy with relief, guilt, and affection.

The silence fell heavy between the two, broken only by the distant sound of the building still creaking inside, and the static of the communicator where the rest of the team confirmed they were safe.

Your fingers sought his hand again, firmer this time. “Don’t fall behind again, don’t do that to me.”

Dick opened his eyes, looking down at you. His eyes were red, not from the smoke, but from everything he didn't dare say. "I'm not leaving you alone in this world."

“Then don’t scare me like that again.”

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You were running along the ledge of a building when you were hit in the head, a sharp blow you didn't see coming at all. The world spun around you, everything became a blur. Your balance was completely lost, and when you tried to shoot a web, dizziness made you fail, sending you tumbling off the tall building. You thought you'd never screamed as loud as that time. You were free falling at least 40 meters. You felt the wind crashing against your body, which intensified your dizziness.

Dick didn't think twice as he threw himself after you. His arms caught you midair, holding you tightly against his chest. One of his hands shot his grappling hook line into the nearest building. The impact was violent; you both spun around, the cable going taut, and your bodies crashed into a wall before dangling more than twenty stories above the ground.

you struggled for air, adrenaline pumped, their sneakers euphoric and a bit nervous. Silence weighed heavily between you, interrupted only by the rain that pounded steadily.

“You’re copying my posts,” you muttered, your voice breaking, trying to laugh, even though you were still shaking.

“I liked yours.” Dick held it a little tighter. “I just wanted to feel what it felt like.”

But this wasn't a joke to him, he watched you as if he couldn't believe you were in his arms, as if that fall had lasted an eternity, because if he had reacted two seconds later...he would have thought he would have lost you.

Dick looked down, squinting for a second. His breathing was still labored, not only from the exertion, but from the fear still gripping his chest. “Don’t do that again,” he murmured.

“Fall?” You tried to lighten the moment, but your voice sounded more fragile than you expected.

He shook his head, barely. His fingers slid down your back, searching for a place to hold, as if he still needed confirmation that you were there. “Scaring me like that.” His voice came out low, barely a whisper through the rain. “I don’t want to go home without you.”

Your lips parted. The world was still spinning beneath you, but in that instant, everything stopped. “You won’t have to.” Your hand slid down his neck, warm despite the cold, and you looked him straight in the eyes. “Never.”

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The roof collapsed with a crash, sending debris flying in all directions. The fight had escalated too quickly. There were more of them, they were armed, and the building wasn't going to hold much longer. You twirled between enemies, shooting webs in all directions, covering the team's backs, when a sound paralyzed you completely:

A stifled scream, a loud bang.

Dick.

Your gaze turned just in time to see him fall from the ledge, his body skidding through the rain and smoke. The blast had thrown him backward. He wasn't holding onto anything. Just... falling. "Dick!" you yelled, without thinking.

In pure reflex, you shot out a web. It caught on his ankle just before he disappeared between floors. The jerk jarred your arm, but you held on. He hung there, upside down, the rain hitting his face, panting. His eyes moved slowly up to meet yours.

You were still kneeling on the ledge, clutching the dripping cobweb, your heart in your throat. “I’ve got you,” you murmured, almost breathless.

He chuckled faintly, stunned. "Thank you for... not letting me die honey."

“You haven’t finished training anyone to replace you yet.”

The rain continued to fall, the sky roared in the distance. And then, as if the universe aligned in that perfect instant, he looked at you with a different intensity. “I'm on the ground now, come closer…” he murmured.

With a swift motion, you shot out a new web and slid down from the ledge. You hung upside down right in front of him, suspended by a single strand, your body swaying gently in the breeze.

You stood face to face, both of you hanging in the air, you upside down, your hair dripping in the opposite direction of gravity. Your eyes dropped to his face, to his lips, to the way the rain trickled down his chin.

Dick leans down, his large hands slowly rising, and with the same delicacy with which one treats something precious, Dick took the edge of your mask and lowered it until your lips were uncovered. His fingers lingered there for a second longer, as if he didn't want to let go of the image of you, hanging in front of him, completely his for an instant.

And then he kissed you, his mouth finding yours with a care that belied the urgency of the moment. It's an awkward kiss because of the position. But it's also honest and intense.

When you separate, you're still inches away. Breathing the same air. You, hanging upside down, and him, his cheeks flushed as if he were fifteen again.

When you broke apart, he leaned his forehead against yours. Your voice came out low. Barely a whisper through the rain. “Well…”

Dick smiled at her expression. "Let's go home, honey."

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pls more wally i beg

CAN YOU TWO STOP FOR SECOND? ( Wally west! )

summary: Young Justice's most sticky couple never leaves each other's sides.

pairing: Wally west x fem!reader

open request - Wally masterlist

⤷ Wally West is the clingiest guy ever, and I can both argue and argue, he always has some part of his body touching yours. If you're in the living room, his arm is around your shoulders. His head is resting on your lap. And if it's the other way around, you're either sitting on his lap or you have your head resting on his shoulder.

⤷No one has seen one without the other in weeks, you are almost Siamese, and on the few occasions when you two were in different places you knew each other's location, more than once the girls asked Wally where you were so they could go out together, or Dick sent you messages when Wally didn't answer.

⤷ Another option if you're not together is to send each other memes, selfies, stickers of you hugging, and lunch photos with the text "I miss you," even if you've been apart for half an hour. Wally once sent you almost 100 messages in one afternoon, and they were all "I love you" with different emojis.

⤷ You celebrate ALL the dates, really every one you can think of. Monthly birthdays, first “I love you,” first date. First time you beat him at Mario Kart. You have more celebrations than the national calendar. Wally always makes handmade cards and buy flowers, and you always make him themed food: cakes, cupcakes, sandwiches, whatever he wants. And M’gann cries every time she sees you guys being so cute. Conner really hates you for all of this; he wouldn’t even dream of doing something like that.

⤷ Wally and you definitely make couple shirts. I mean, not only do you wear matching outfits, but you referred to those shirts as one that says “If lost, return to Wally” and the other “I’m Wally” with silly drawings that you both made.

Everyone was gathered in the common room when Wally came running in with you holding his hand, as always, laughing at some inside joke that no one else understood.

Wally was wearing a white t-shirt with huge letters that said: “I’m Wally 😎⚡” And right below, a silly drawing he made himself: a little stick figure with orange hair running at super speed. And you, of course, were wearing yours: “If lost, return to Wally ➡️” With an arrow pointing straight at him when you were standing next to each other (sooo, always). Below, the same stick figure, but now with you hugging him, and lots of poorly drawn hearts around it.

"What... what's that?" Dick asked, stopping mid-stride as if his brain was rebooting.

"Oh!" Wally said, happy to be consulted. "Our couples' shirts! We made them last night on our date night."

"Did you make them?" Artemis chimed in, gritting her teeth.

"Yeah! Wally drew the stick figures, I did the letters. Teamwork, baby!" you said, proudly nudging him.

"No wonder they're so... ugly," Conner muttered, his arms crossed, without looking at them.

"I love it guys!" M'gann interrupted him cheerfully while giving Conner a dirty look.

⤷ In the middle of a mission, in the tower, during training. Actually, especially during training. Aqualad tries to talk to you two seriously and about the problems your actions can cause if you don't focus and train properly, but Wally is stroking your hair while you give him small kisses on the cheek, still looking at him as if he were the sun.

⤷ You two are unbearably happy together, Dick quietly admits, seeing you together gives him diabetes. You're always laughing, touching each other, saying "I love you" at the most inappropriate moments, but he would never allow the two of you to separate; it would truly be a sin if you weren't together.

⤷ Hearing the strange lines Wally gives you really baffles them, because it's not like he just starts delivering his lines or anything, you say something and he just continues with something clever. Sometimes they're good, but other times he thinks it was good, and you just let him believe it and give him a kiss.

The team was gathered, reviewing the upcoming mission. Kaldur spoke seriously while Artemis played with an arrow between her fingers, Conner leaned against the wall, and M'gann was making cookies in the kitchen, floating with anxiety. Everything was normal, until you and Wally walked in hand in hand, walking as if you were on a date in the park.

"What happened to your forehead?" you asked, raising an eyebrow and stopping in front of him. "Did you hit one of your own vibes again, babe?"

"Shh, let's not talk about my defeats," he said in a dramatic tone, placing a hand on his heart.

You looked at him with a mischievous smile, in that syrupy tone you only used with him. "Your eyes are so green and bright today... like kryptonite."

And without wasting a second, without even making eye contact with anyone else, Wally replied, smiling with complete confidence: "Then I'll be your Superman's kryptonite... and I'll make you weak."

Dick frowned as if he'd heard something in another language. Conner wore a look of genuine horror. Artemis dropped the arrow. Kaldur didn't even know how to continue speaking. M'gann opened her mouth to say something but decided against it.

Meanwhile, you just smiled at him like he was the cutest thing in the world and kissed him on the cheek.

"That was terrible, wasn't it?" Wally muttered, suddenly a little unsure.

"No… it was perfect" you whispered, even though you both knew you were lying.

"PLEASE," Artemis blurted, dropping her arms in frustration. "Would you two stop doing that in front of everyone! You're killing us!"

⤷ You have playlists for each other, he made one with songs that reminded him of you and you have a long list of happy songs that you definitely think belong to him, he also has a couple's playlist for when you're together listening to music and sharing headphones.

⤷ Despite all the constant complaints from the team about being a somewhat clingy couple, everyone would like to have a relationship like yours. You're always together, you can't get enough of each other, you really have a great dynamic, and you know how to read each other to keep it working.

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Hi, I love your writing style, and I was hoping you could write a Jason Todd x reader? Where the reader is a sexual menace, even though Jason was her first. Jason hadn't really told his family he was dating anyone. So when Barbara was out one day, going about her day, she saw Jason shopping with a woman[reader], and so being the person she was, she followed them around and from what she could see, the woman was a kind and sweet person so she snapped a pick and left unnoticed. She showed the fam the picture when she got home. A few days later the mystery was eating away at them specifically Dick. So he decided to pay Jason a visit in the middle of the night, only to hear Jason and the mystery woman going at it.

HE RUINED THAT GIRL ( Jason Todd! )

Summary: The family is eager to meet Jason's sweetheart, but Dick is the first unlucky one to meet her.

pairing: jason todd x fem reader

tw: some smut

open request - Jason masterlist

You and Jason had been dating for less than a year, but he had fallen really hard the first day he met you. At that moment, you seemed to him a beautiful woman, with a gentle presence, a calm smile, and a sweet voice. A serene, elegant, almost angelic person. Jason thought that maybe he had finally found something normal in his life.

But when he really got to know you, he realized that you were the complete opposite of what your appearance showed, everyone saw you as an educated, sensitive and innocent woman, too pure for this cruel world, but you were nothing like that.

You were brazen, intense, unbearably provocative. Your constant double entendre jokes, your caresses that were far from pure, and every time you smiled innocently, it was right after you'd said something that left him breathless, uncontrolled, unable to keep his face straight.

Jason used to say you were a problem with your long legs and dangerous lips. But he never meant it as a reproach because he loved you for being that way; he truly enjoyed the relationship you had.

The truth was, Jason didn't know how he'd survived so long without you. Your energy contrasted absurdly with his: where he was tense, you helped him calm down; where he tried to maintain control, you knew exactly which button to push to tear him to pieces.

And you always did it with an innocent smile, as if you didn't know what you were doing. As if you weren't aware of how his eyes darted to you as he watched you walk by, or how his sighs escaped him every time you laughed and caressed the back of his neck with those fingers of yours that showed not a shred of mercy.

The funniest thing is that Jason had been your first everything, and you had turned out to be a sexual threat in an angel's disguise, you were a lethal combo.

"How can you be so damned if I was the first?" he'd once said to you, his breath coming in short bursts, after you'd dragged him from the kitchen to the couch as if he owned it.

"As if you hadn't seen my books," you had whispered in his ear, licking his earlobe before mounting him as if the world was about to end.

He kept you away from the family out of self-preservation. Because if they ever heard what you said when you had him up against the wall, the jokes would last for years. And if they ever saw him melt with just one look from you, he'd lose all credibility as the cold, tough guy of the group.

Too bad Barbara Gordon had perfect aim, or you guys just didn't have very good luck.

Barbara had just stepped out for coffee when she saw Jason. Or rather, she saw you. A pretty woman dressed exactly like Jason, a white blouse, black pants, and cute, delicate boots that she'd no doubt look up online later. You were leaning against Jason's big arm like it was your natural place to be. Laughing at something he'd said, your eyes were sparkling, your hand in his, and Jason had a grin that stopped Barbara in her tracks.

It was a soft smile, something the family didn't receive; they could only settle for that condescending smirk he show at family dinners.

Curious, Barbara followed them from a distance, watching and analyzing their movements in detail. Trying to figure out who the hell had managed to win Jason Todd over without him saying a single word.

She watched you two browse books, check out vinyl records, and end up at a coffee shop ordering pastries and cappuccinos. You seemed like a really sweet and kind girl, maybe too much so for a guy like Jason, but from what he was seeing, you didn't really know Jason at all.

Barbara took a photo from a distance and left unnoticed. She was going to use all her knowledge and training to learn more about you and what was happening.

That was three days ago.

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"Okay, I need someone to explain this to me" Barbara put her cell phone on the table in front of the boys, the screen lit up with the photo."Did anyone know Jason had a girlfriend?"

Dick leaned forward. “It can’t be.”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “Is that… Jason?”

Damian frowned as if he were witnessing a crime. "What's that grimace on your face? Is he... smiling?"

"Yes, Damian. He's smiling." Barbara crossed her arms. "Smiling and holding the hand of a woman we don't know. And I swear, he looks... happy."

“He’s mesmerized,” Damian murmured.

Barbara sat down, resigned. "I couldn't identify her. I already ran a facial recognition search on the database, but nothing. She's completely clean, too clean."

"So why didn't he tell us anything?" Dick asked, frowning.

"Could it be that he knows how we are and that's why he's hiding it from us?" Tim raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

"You mean because we're invasive and emotionally dysfunctional?" Dick looked at him sideways.

"Exactly."

"We have to show her she can trust us, maybe that way she'll let us get to know her," Barbara commented, in that reasonable tone she used when she was trying to sound less nosy than she really was.

Damian snorted. “That’s not going to work. Jason doesn’t even trust his reflection.”

"He's right," Tim agreed. "The guy skips family gatherings, leaves the group chat every two weeks, and the last time I asked him how he was doing, he replied with a picture of a gun."

Dick jumped up, with that impulsive energy that always got him into trouble. "Well, that's all. I'm going to stop by her apartment tonight. Big brother surprise. Casual conversation, not at all intrusive."

“That’s invasive,” Tim told him.

"Not if he doesn't find out," Dick replied, already moving towards the door.

"You're crazy," Barbara muttered, shaking her head but not stopping him. "He'll kill you if he finds you."

"What if he doesn't find me?" Dick smirked. "I go in, take a look, see if he's with her, if he's okay... and that's it. Five minutes."

Damian followed him with his eyes, like someone watching a man headlong into his own funeral. "When you're done, be sure to send us your location, in case we need to recover your body. "

Dick winked at him and disappeared down the hall. He was going to find out; curiosity was eating him up. If Jason had a girlfriend who could make him smile like that, he needed to know what kind of woman could do it.

Even if that meant sneaking through his brother's apartment window in the middle of the night.

The city was silent as Dick climbed the fire escape with the same agility as always, moving through the shadows, barely breathing. Jason's apartment window was barely ajar.

Perfect .

He crouched down, peering carefully through the cracks.

Inside, there was no sound at first. Everything was pitch black. Not a voice, not a laugh, not even the sound of the television. And for a moment, Dick thought it had been a terrible idea. Maybe Jason was sleeping, or had gone out, or just...

"Fuck... baby, where did you learn to do that?" Jason's voice was barely a growl against your neck, deep, hot, ragged.

Dick froze. He didn't move, he didn't even breathe. Because that clearly wasn't the sound of friendly chatter. Not even remotely.

"I imagined it..." your voice came seconds later, muffled by gasps and laughter. "I spent weeks imagining what it would feel like to do this to you. And I wasn't wrong."

In response, he heard the mattress creak loudly. There was a wet sound, a raw gasp, and another shove. Dick closed his eyes, wishing he'd stayed home, or been born deaf.

“Fuck yeah, like that. You’re so good for me. So perfect. So fucking dirty with that innocent little slut face…” Jason growled through gritted teeth against your neck. “Every time you open that mouth, I want to see you taking my cock and those wet little eyes.”

Dick jerked away from the window, tripping over his own foot. His heart was pounding. He didn't know if he was hyperventilating, having a panic attack, or both at the same time.

"I can't. I can't be listening to this. It's not real. It's not real," she repeated to herself, while the sounds inside the apartment grew louder with each passing second.

"Please," you begged, slurring your words in the sweetest, most provocative voice, completely dizzy from how close you were. "Don't stop."

Jason groaned from deep within his chest. He gripped your hips with both hands, changing the pace, the angle, everything, only to hear you moan his name again, and you did so, your voice shaky, clipped, intense. “Jason… God, yes, yes, just like that.”

That was enough.

Dick left without looking back. He jumped two stories as if he were escaping a nightmare. He ran. He flew. He didn't stop until he reached the mansion.

When he came in, he was pale, disheveled, with a blank expression.

"Well?" asked Barbara, who was waiting for him on the couch next to Tim and Damian.

Dick opened his mouth… and closed it again.

"Did you meet her?" Tim insisted.

Dick just slumped back in the chair as if he'd been shot in the soul. His gaze was fixed on a fixed point on the wall, as if he saw something the others couldn't.

"Barbs," he murmured, his voice hollow. "You told us she was an innocent girl."

"Well... she looked like that," Barbara defended herself, crossing her arms uncomfortably. "She's very delicate and... smiley. She seemed... nice."

"She was... until Jason corrupted her," Dick said, still not blinking. "The things I heard can't have come from that poor girl."

"Dick, what the hell are you saying?" Barbara looked at him indignantly.

Dick turned toward him slowly, his eyes open, his voice low. "She seemed good..." Dick repeated, his voice low, like a traumatized echo. "She seemed good. Until she told Jason she wanted him to finish inside her while he growled that he wanted to see her on her knees, her eyes moist."

Absolute silence fell over the room.

Tim blinked several times, unsure whether to laugh or throw up. Damian turned his face toward the window, as if hoping someone would save him from being in that room.

And Barbara... well, Barbara needed a few long seconds before she found her voice again.

"Dick… did you hear that?"

“I heard everything!” he exclaimed, raising both hands as if he needed to defend himself from the images in his mind. “Every fucking second. Sound effects included, every word, every shove, every fucking obscenity Jason said.”

"Maybe she wasn't as innocent as we thought," Tim muttered, clearly struggling not to laugh.

"I refuse to believe that," Dick shouted, dramatic as ever. "She looked so sweet and delicate. She had an angelic smile, Tim. And now... now..."

"Now what?"

Dick looked at him, with a broken expression. "I'm going to sleep, I don't want to think about this anymore". Dick disappeared down the hallway, still muttering things like “watery eyes” and “damn mattress,” while the others watched him in silence.

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The next morning seemed like any other, the whole family was sitting at the kitchen table, ready to begin, until the door to the mansion opened.

Footsteps and laughter could be heard in the hallway, and a female voice, sweet, casual, almost musical “This house is huge! Does it always smell this good?”

"Yes, it's Alfred, he's going to love you," Jason replied, in a low tone, with a barely contained smile. "Try not to be scared of the rest."

The four in the room turned at the same time.

And there they were. Jason with a calm expression and a hand on your waist, you wearing a pretty dress, a bright smile, sparkling eyes, and that completely charming aura that made no sense given the things Dick had said to everyone last night.

Dick couldn't take his eyes off you, not Tim, not even Damian. Dressed simply, delicately, with a serene smile and a soft voice that said, "Nice to meet you."

"Is that her?" Tim whispered under his breath, completely shocked.

"Yes," Dick growled. "That's her, the one who said she wanted..."

"Dick!" Barbara cut him off in a quick whisper, kicking him under the table.

"What's wrong?" you asked with a smile, noticing the whisper. Your innocent eyes darted from one to the other, sparkling with curiosity.

"Nothing," Jason replied, tightening his grip on your waist. "They're just... nervous. They're not used to such pretty girls around here."

"Master Jason?" Alfred said, coming in, pausing briefly upon seeing you. "And this young lady?"

"My girlfriend," he replied with a calm smile. "I told you I was going to bring her."

"Oh, finally. Nice to meet you, miss," Alfred said with an elegant bow. "Would you like some tea or coffee?"

"Tea, please," you said, gently settling into the chair Jason offered you. "How kind of you."

Dick stared at her as if he were facing an optical illusion. "It can't be," he muttered, as he watched you and Barbara laugh at an innocent joke, take the cup with both hands, and thank Alfred for the tea as if you were a damn fairytale princess.

"Are you sure about what you heard last night?" Tim asked, lowering his voice to a whisper.

Dick glared at him. "I swear by all that is holy, that voice..."

Damian swallowed. "It can't be. She seems like she wouldn't break a plate."

"Exactly!" Dick burst out in a low voice. "And yet she destroyed Jason last night!"

Jason raised an eyebrow at them whispering, but decided to ignore them. Meanwhile, you leaned slightly toward Barbara, smiling. "Is Dick okay? He looks a little pale..."

"Oh, don't worry. He's just... digesting something," Barbara replied, swallowing a laugh.

Jason came up behind you and absentmindedly stroked your back as he talked to Alfred, not noticing that Dick was watching him as if he were watching a wildlife documentary.

"The traumas are fresh," Dick murmured. "He's touching her as if it were nothing. As if he didn't say he wanted to see her on her knees with wet eyes less than eight hours ago."

Tim nudged him. “Well, at least he’s happy.”

"He's obviously happy! He had a good night, the bastard," Dick said.

Barbara laughed softly. “Dick, I beg you. That girl can’t be…”