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Your Name Lives Under My Tongue જ⁀➴ ♡

Note: For some reason, I’m having my “tragic lovesick” moment and hearing this song—absolutely obsessed for the time being, by the way— gave me the great idea to write this. These wholesome and slightly angsty headcanons are a quick palate cleanser for the three smut fics you can expect tomorrow. Each character has a lyric I selected to match!

Synopsis: You haunt their thoughts like a song stuck on repeat—pulling them closer with every heartbeat, every whispered “come here.” Inspired by Love Me Not by Ravyn Lenae. ⇄ ◀ 𓊕 ▶ ↻

Warnings: None! Also, it's my insistent rambles.

☆: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown, Barbara Gordon, and Cassandra Cain x GN!Reader

WC: I’m very talkative, just trust me. (song at the bottom.)

ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ Dick Grayson Lyric: “I don’t wanna tell you how I feel, but I want you all the time.”

• He’ll joke and flirt and wink like it’s nothing, but when you leave the room, he looks at the door like he’s just lost something sacred. Dick keeps his love quiet because if he says it out loud, it might break the delicate magic of what you are. But every time he pulls you into his arms like you’re his home, his body writes the love letter he’s too scared to speak.

• He sends late-night voice messages that start with jokes and end in confessions, quiet and sleepy, "Wish you were here... you always make my nights better." He’s all warm hands on cold skin, pulling you into his arms like he’s afraid you’ll vanish when morning comes. • He’s the type to send selfies while he's out on missions with the caption, “This city sucks but at least you exist”.

• He buys you earrings “because they reminded me of your eyes,” and gets adorably flustered when you wear them out.

• He’ll stay on video call with you until you fall asleep, whispering about stars and childhood dreams. Dick lingers on the screen a little longer, watching as your features soften into sleep. There’s a quiet smile on his lips as he takes a few silent screenshots, not to tease (sometimes), but to keep you close on the nights he can’t be.

• When he's jealous, he pouts like a golden retriever, until he pulls you close and says, “Tell me I’m your favorite. I need to hear it.”

• Plans rooftop picnics under string lights and always insists on feeding you grapes with hot chocolate in thermoses, he insists are “bat-proof.”

• Always spins you around while dancing in the kitchen, even if there's no music, just your laughter.

• Loves sneaking kisses on your shoulders while he's holding you during movies.

• Keeps a spare toothbrush and your favorite snacks in his apartment as a quiet “stay here more often.” • He leaves you breathless with teasing touches and glances during team meetings, like he’s daring you not to react.

• He’s the king of slow kisses against your neck after patrol, letting his breath linger just a second too long—just long enough to make you forget every good reason to leave. Lyric 1: "Oh, no, I don't need you, but I miss you, come here." He tells himself he can live without you—he’s done it before, hasn’t he? But the second he hears your voice, the cracks show, and he’s already halfway across the city, knocking at your door with apology in his eyes and longing on his breath. Every part of him says, “don’t go back,” but his heart whispers, “just one more night.”

Lyric 2: "And, oh, it's hard to see you, but I wish you were right here."

You’re across the room, smiling at someone else, and he’s smiling too, but his eyes always find you. He won’t admit it, but it guts him to love you from a distance. He wants to dance with you again, to selfishly pull you in close and pretend the space between you never existed. When Dick looks at you, it’s like the rest of the world goes into soft focus—you’re all he sees, all he wants, like the sun decided to stay for him a little longer. He memorizes the way your face crinkles when you laugh, and sometimes he swears your smile has saved him more than any cape ever could. He wants to hold you until the ache in his chest settles, until being with you stops feeling like a dream he’s terrified to wake up from

ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ!（ꐦ𝅒_𝅒 ) Jason Todd Lyric: “I know that this ain’t right, but it feels so right.”

• He tastes your name like sin in his mouth, forbidden and perfect, so he keeps coming back to you like a moth to a flame. Every kiss is a dare, every glance laced with the kind of hunger that doesn’t go away with time. Jason would destroy the whole world to keep you in it, even if it means burning with the wreckage.

• He swears he's bad at this love thing, but you catch him memorizing your coffee order and leaving annotated pages of your favorite book with "made me think of you" in the margins. He falls in love like he fights, it's messy, bruised, and with his whole damn chest.

• Reads to you in bed, sometimes poetry, sometimes horror, and lets you fall asleep against his chest mid-sentence. If you're lucky, he might kiss you on the knuckles as you rest.

• Leaves you notes in his messy handwriting tucked into your coat pockets: “Drink water, don’t get stabbed.”

• Pretends to be annoyed when you steal his leather jacket, but he never asks for it back. • He’ll write you poetry he swears is “cringe” and hide it under your pillow, sonnets in his scrawl, angry and beautiful.

• He’ll teach you how to shoot, his arms wrapped around you, voice low in your ear... half instruction, half seduction. Your date nights usually end in something morally questionable with a touch of romance.

• If he’s having a rough night, he’ll show up at your window instead of texting. “Didn’t want to be alone.”

• He makes you playlists labeled "do not open unless you miss me." You open them every damn time. • Jason has a thing for kissing you mid-argument, fast and aggressive like he’d rather fight with his mouth on yours.

• He kisses like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, always pushing you against the door like the space between you two is something that is offending his very being. Lyric 1: "Oh, no, I don't need you, but I miss you, come here." He’s stubborn. He’ll ghost you, stay away, swear he’s better off alone, but then he dreams about your hands, your voice, the way you say his name like its a kiss-worn caress. He shows up at your window, rain-drenched and hoarse, saying, “I didn’t plan to come. I just… missed you.” Lyric 2: "And, oh, it's hard to see you, but I wish you were right here." He sees you and it stings, because you look happy, and he can’t tell if it’s because of or without him. He looks away, but he’s still listening for your laugh, and when you do glance his way, he looks like he hasn’t breathed in weeks. Jason thinks of you like a favorite song he keeps putting on repeat— its familiar, and something he can’t stop needing in the dark. You’re the quiet voice in the chaos, the one person he believes might love the broken parts and the bruised knuckles. He watches you like a man who thinks you’ll vanish if he blinks too long, and he’d rather burn than lose the warmth you give him.

(·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) Tim Drake Lyric: “You been lookin’ at me all night, tryna figure me out.”

• He watches you like you’re the one thing that makes sense in a world made of lies and algorithms, calculating every beat of your heart like it’s the code he was born to crack. But the truth is, you’re the one who’s figured him out, and it terrifies him in ways he’ll never admit. Every time you touch him, he feels like a boy again, hopeful, fragile, and full of impossible dreams.

• He’ll overthink a text for twenty minutes before deleting it all and just sending “You up?” but the second you say yes, he’s showing up with snacks and theories on what your dreams mean. He's the quiet touch on your wrist, the safe place you didn’t know you needed. • He keeps polaroids of you tucked into his notebooks like you're the secret he can’t stop studying.

• You catch him staring sometimes, and when you ask why, he just shrugs and says, “You’re distracting in the best way.”

• When he’s exhausted, he lets you drag him onto the couch and fall asleep in your lap like he belongs there.

• He’ll analyze every text you send, but still answer with something clumsy and real like, “I missed you. A lot.” ... He can't help it when it comes to you.

• Works late but always FaceTimes you just to watch you laugh before he crashes.

• Makes a shared digital calendar just for your dates and labels cuddle nights with bat emojis and falls asleep with your hand in his and a book open between you two.

• Buys two of everything, one for him, one for you, so you always have matching mugs, pens, socks, anything. • He’s quiet in bed until you whisper his name and then, God, the way he comes undone from just your voice.

• He’s all shy glances and soft moans when you run your fingers through his hair, until the moment he stops holding back and decides he wants to be the one making you tremble. Lyric 1: "Oh, no, I don't need you, but I miss you, come here."

He’ll dive into work, research, anything to forget you, but the silence between 2am and sunrise is too loud. He scrolls through old photos with trembling fingers, telling himself it’s just nostalgia. Then he texts “You awake?” even though he knows you are, because you always wait for him, and that’s what kills him most.

Lyric 2: "And, oh, it's hard to see you, but I wish you were right here."

He runs into you at a gala, and you look like a dream in a room full of strangers. His chest tightens and he wants to say hi, to say he’s sorry, to say anything, but the words choke behind his tongue. So he sips his drink and watches you disappear again, like you always do. Tim looks at you like a puzzle he doesn’t want to solve—just hold, just study, because the mystery of you is the most beautiful thing he’s ever been given. You make him feel like he’s real in a world where he usually feels like a ghost behind a screen. When you touch him, so gently, he swears the Earth tilts, just for him.

^,…,^ Bruce Wayne Lyric: “I shouldn’t be here, but I’m right here.”

• He’s a master at disappearing, but somehow, with you, he keeps showing up at your door, in your dreams, in the way his voice softens when he says your name. Bruce doesn’t believe in fate, but something about the way you look at him makes him wonder if some things are just meant. He’ll never say I love you initially, but when he presses his forehead to yours in the silence, it’s louder than words.

• He tells you he doesn’t do attachments, but he shows up to your place in the middle of the night with his tie still on and a bottle of wine he pretends he “just happened to have.” His love is quiet, but it’s in the way he memorizes your laugh and lets you see the man behind the mask. • He’ll leave you handwritten notes on your mirror after long nights: “Couldn’t sleep. Thinking of you.”

• He buys you ridiculously expensive gifts and says, “It’s just a thing. You matter more.”

• He pulls you onto the rooftop to watch the sunrise in silence, his hand finding yours in the hush.

• You call him out on hiding his feelings, and he responds by kissing you like a confession, pouring everything into actions rather than words.

• Drives you out to the manor gardens at night just to slow dance under the moonlight.

• Shows his love in tailored suits for you, matching cufflinks, and remembering exactly how you take your tea.

• His idea of romance is quiet protection: warming your hands in his coat pockets, carrying a photo of you in his wallet like he's in high school, and drawing you closer when no one's looking. • He’s slow and intentional, like every button he undoes is a promise he won’t break.

• Bruce kisses you like he’s trying to forget the world, like if he kisses hard enough, Gotham might disappear. Like his responsibilities might disappear long enough to engrave you into his heart. Lyric 1: "Oh, no, I don't need you, but I miss you, come here." He won’t say it. But he’ll find excuses to check on you, to protect you from afar, to stay near without ever stepping close enough to feel. The distance is safety, but every fiber of him misses you like a bruise he keeps pressing. Lyric 2: "And, oh, it's hard to see you, but I wish you were right here." You’re in the same room but in a different world, one where Bruce let you go to protect you. He tells himself it’s better this way, but every time he sees you, something behind his eyes flickers with regret. He wants to cross the room and tell you he never stopped wanting you, but instead, he stays in the shadows, like he always does. Bruce sees you in flashes—your laughter echoing in the cave, your silhouette in moonlight, and for once, it doesn’t feel like he’s chasing shadows. You are the softness he forgot he deserved, the quiet that calms the noise in his head. He doesn’t believe in fairy tales, but when you say his name like it’s something sacred, he almost wants to try.

⋆. ˚ Barbara Gordon Lyric: “You got me floatin’ but my feet feel grounded.” • You make her feel weightless, like she’s flying without ever leaving the ground, like love could be both thrilling and safe. Barbara doesn’t fall easily, but with you, it’s a controlled descent, both exhilarating and completely consuming. When she’s with you, the world slows down just enough for her to breathe.

• She plays it cool, all clever comebacks and flirty sarcasm, but she melts when you hold her hand under the table or kiss her cheek mid-sentence. She's fierce in love; if she lets you in, it's because she knows you're worth the risk. • She builds you an encrypted app just to send secret love notes throughout the day.

• She’ll steal your jacket and wear it to missions “for luck,” but really it’s because it smells like you.

• She flirts with you over comms during missions, “If you survive this, I’ll let you kiss me again.”

• When you surprise her with flowers, she blushes and tries to sass it off, but you catch her saving the petals.

• Leaves voice notes when she knows you’re having a bad day, “You got this. And I’ve got you.” and buys you matching phone cases and says, “Now no one can flirt with you—branding, babe.”

• Sends you memes at 3AM followed by “miss you, come over?”

• Pulls you into spontaneous, spinning dances in the kitchen to whatever song’s playing (reboot ver). • She pins you against her wheelchair handles and kisses you until you’re the one breathless. • Her voice dips low when she whispers your name, fingers tracing your collarbone like she's writing code on your skin. Lyric 1: "Oh, no, I don't need you, but I miss you, come here." She deletes your contact to prove a point, but never forgets the number. She doesn’t need you, but the second your name lights up her screen again, she’s breathless. She types “I missed you.” Deletes it. Then sends, “Come over.”

Lyric 2: "And, oh, it's hard to see you, but I wish you were right here." She thought she could handle seeing you again, until you looked at her like she was still yours. Now, every moment is a war between holding back and reaching out. She wants you here, now, always, but she doesn’t know if her heart can survive another “almost. Barbara watches you like you’re the glitch in her code she never wants to fix, a perfect flaw that makes everything else finally make sense. You’ve become her favorite distraction, the reason she finds herself staring out windows and smiling at nothing. When she holds your hand, it feels like finally finding the right frequency after years of static.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Stephanie Brown Lyric: “What’s the use in tryin’ not to feel it?”

• She tried to play it cool, to act like this was just fun, but the way her hands linger on yours says otherwise. Steph’s heart beats too loud when you're near, and no amount of joking can hide the way her eyes follow you like she’s afraid to miss a moment. Eventually, she just gives in because if falling for you is a mistake, it’s the kind she’d make every time.

• She'll flirt with you like it’s a game, but go all soft when you bring her flowers “just because,” and if you make her laugh until she snorts, she’s gone for you. She loves loud and holds your face when she kisses you, and writes little hearts on your coffee cup. • She doodles little hearts and inside jokes in your patrol notes because “vigilanting should be fun sometimes.”

• She takes the dumbest couple selfies and sends them with captions like “We’re cute. Tell your enemies.”

• She throws popcorn at your head during movie night when you won’t cuddle closer, then grins when you finally do.

• She teases you mercilessly but melts if you call her "my girl."

• Shows up at your window with takeout and a playlist she made just for you. If she brings to-go coffee, she always writes, "You're cute. Like, really cute," with a ridiculous sticker that says "Best Kisser."

• Wears matching socks with you on purpose and brags about it.

• Makes blanket forts with fairy lights and insists it’s the most romantic place on Earth. • She whispers dirty jokes mid-mission just to see you lose your cool in public. • She’ll pull you into a closet for a quick makeout, lipstick smeared and giggling, “Oops, I needed this.” Lyric 1: "Oh, no, I don't need you, but I miss you, come here." She says she’s over it, but she laughs too loudly, flirts too much, and tries too hard to look unbothered. She still walks past places you used to go, still hums the song you sang to her that one night, still whispers “damn it, I miss you” into her pillow like it’s a secret.

Lyric 2: "And, oh, it's hard to see you, but I wish you were right here."

She smiles when she sees you, but her grip tightens on her drink like it’s the only thing holding her together. She wants to run to you, to kiss you, to scream “I still love you, damn it” but instead, she raises her eyebrows and walks away like a scene from a movie she’ll watch later and cry to. You don’t follow, and she hates how much that hurts. To Steph, you are the bright spot after a string of bad days, the golden moment when the sun breaks through and everything feels possible. She notices every little thing about you—how you bite your lip when you’re nervous, how your nose scrunches when you're mad—and it wrecks her in the best way. Sometimes, when she’s alone, she whispers your name just to remember what love sounds like.

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ Cassandra Cain Lyric: “You read my mind, you know what I like.”

• Cass doesn’t need words to fall in love, you just move right, feel right, are right, and she reads you like a second skin. You speak her language in glances, fingertips, and shared silences, and it makes her feel more seen than any sentence ever could. When she rests her head against your shoulder, you know without asking: she’s chosen you, and that means everything.

• Cass doesn’t say much, but the way she looks at you, like you’re the first good thing she’s ever seen, is more than enough. She shows her love in small, perfect gestures: a touch to your cheek, a shared silence, a dance in the dark with no music. • She traces the veins on your wrist like she’s reading your body language like a poem.

• You teach her how to say “I love you” in five languages, she only uses it when she really means it.

• She gives you gifts in silence, a flower, a feather, a paper crane, each one left where you’ll find it without her watching.

• Her hugs are rare but consuming, like you’re being held by someone who never lets go once they care. • If you matched outfits with her (even just a color or detail), she’d blink slowly, look at you for a few extra seconds, and then just… softly smile. If you learned some of her body language or trained alongside her to move in sync, she'd be floored. If you mirrored her signs or small gestures? She’d reach for your hand, link your fingers with hers, and squeeze. That's intimacy, that's “you care about my world.”

• When you’re sad, she doesn’t ask questions. She just holds you like a lighthouse holds light. • Cass doesn’t say what she wants. She shows it in every kiss, a message in a language only your body understands. • Her lips brush yours slowly, her breath catching, like she’s learning what it means to want, and then she pulls you closer, like she’s decided to want you over and over again. Lyric 1: "Oh, no, I don't need you, but I miss you, come here." She doesn’t understand why missing you hurts more than physical wounds ever did. She left because she thought it was right, but the echo of your heartbeat still lives in her ribcage. Sometimes she opens the door at night, hoping the wind will carry you back in. Lyric 2: "And, oh, it's hard to see you, but I wish you were right here." Seeing you again feels like watching a ghost walk through her. She says nothing, but her hands tremble slightly, and you’d only notice if you ever learned to read her that well. She stands still, heart aching, wishing you’d come to her, but she won’t beg, not even now. Cass sees you like movement—fluid, beautiful, real—like a story translated into film just for her, and she reads you with her hands more than her eyes. You are the only person who’s ever made her feel both safe and wild, like she could be soft without being small. When you look at her with that kind of patience, that kind of wonder, she thinks maybe this is what it means to be known.

A/N: I might add some more later on. I'm pretty content with how it is, but you guys know I love to run my mouth so…

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