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GUUUUUUUUYYYYYYYYSSSSSSSS!!!!! A Sherlock-based fic with Miguel where Miguel is Watson and reader is Sherlock?!!

Disclaimer: Please note that I only write male x female relationships, so Sherlock will be gender-swapped to a female character. It is not my intention to exclude anyone in any way, it's just that I only feel comfortable accurately writing what I already know and I do not wish to offend anyone 🥺.

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the lego batman movie reads like it was written by jason and tim mocking bruce and dick, like you can’t tell me the batjokes isnt there to piss bruce off, courtesy of tim, or the whole scaly panties thing isn’t jason making fun of the robin uniform

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I feel like Jason and reader are the epitome of the “Person A thinking they are unlovable and Person B loving them like breathing.” trope. Honestly both ways.

You’re so right omg!! I thought about this idea all day yesterday and couldn’t help but write something! Thank you for the inspiration! It’s a little rushed, but I hope you enjoy.

For the longest time, it felt like Jason was drowning.

His mouth was below sea level and he was gasping for air, with every breath, there was a bead of water making its way to his lungs, suffocating him. His grief was suffocating him. Jason spent years trying to find himself again after the pit, but every attempt proved fruitless. He tried to love himself, his new body, his new life, but nothing worked.

He turned to his books and he'd let them lie to him. Tell him that after every storm there would be a rainbow, that things would get better. But it didn't feel that way for Jason. His life was a snow storm and there were no rainbows. Just big grey clouds and a sinking feeling.

His chest felt heavy on most days and every breath was a sigh. The sadness was gnawing on his insides and it hurt. He wasn't supposed to be here, he wasn't supposed to come back.

No one could love him, Bruce couldn't love him. His father, the man he looked up to, the man who was supposed to be his guardian.

Nothing could save him. There was no saving for Jason.

All this love in the world and yet, none of it was for him.

That was until the unthinkable happened.

It started out like another normal day in Gotham. The city's cold breeze bit Jason's nose and finger tips. He flicked his lighter with a small 'click' and brought it close to where his cigarette sat between his lips. He took a long drag of the stick and exhaled softly. He stared at the grey sky and then opened his copy of Little Women. He sat on a bench near his favourite bookstore and that's when he heard it. A voice so soft, he almost missed it.

"I love that book," the voice spoke again and this time he turned his full attention towards it.

There, on the opposite side of the bench sat a person, clutching a copy of Pride and Prejudice. His favourite.

He studied their face for a minute before letting out a sigh of relief. The person looked much like him, eye bags, bitten lips and messy hair. But unlike Jason, their eyes were warm and inviting. 

Intoxicating, he thought. He needed to know more.

“Yeah,” he said, “is it any good?” 

The stranger smiled gently and nodded, Jason couldn’t help but smile back. 

The brief conversation blossomed into something Jason would’ve never imagined.

You made loving Jason feel like it was easy. You made him feel safe. 

He grew up on the streets of Gotham, never really having a place to call home. But with you, he never felt that way. You were his home. When Jason was with you, it didn’t feel like his books were lying to him anymore, you brought him peace, a sense of solace.

If Jason was drowning, then you brought him back to shore.

You didn’t necessarily save Jason, but you made him believe in himself again. You never wanted to fix him, he didn’t need fixing in your eyes, you just showed him a different perspective. His dull, colourless life felt full and vibrant when you were around. 

But it wasn’t just you, who made Jason see himself and the world in a different, much softer way. He changed you too. 

All those nights where the ghosts of your past haunted your sleep were now replaced by much gentler thoughts. Your room no longer echoed with your harsh sobs. Jason made you believe in rainbows again and you started seeing the light at the end of tunnel.

He restored your faith in love. He didn’t fix you either, but he made you see yourself in another light. Loving you didn’t feel like a chore to him, he loved you with every fibre of his being and every cell in his body. Loving you was like a breath of fresh air that he didn’t know he needed so desperately.

It was simple really, he loved you and you loved him.

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cursed with "do you still like me?" "are you mad at me?" "did i do something wrong?" disorder

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Jason using his guns as blunt weapons is so funny like imagine ur getting shot at by the Red Hood, he runs out of ammo, you think you have a chance and he just throws the fucking pistol at you

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Guys, guys, guys, guys, guysssssss! I'm starting to draft up some of the scenes in the Bridgeton-themed fic and OH MY GOD they have so much chemistry guys! 😍😍😍

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Riddler: Ah, yes. I’ve been expecting you.

Bruce: What? How’s that possible?

Riddler: By staring at that door continuously for hours. Something was bound to happen.

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Guys, whoever's been following the Another one?! fic, did I establish reader's and Miguel's ages?

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See there’s a couple of really cool character quirks Damian has that writers seem to have forgotten and haven’t utilized very much when they’re so fun.

Damian can mimic people’s voices and accents on an identitical scale. It’s more of a party trick to him but I’d still like this to come up more.

I can totally see this being utilized in battle.

Where’s more of my boy busting out the bow and arrow? Honestly, I’m in over my head because they barely let Damian use a blade in comics which is very disappointing, yes, its dangerous but what happened to fun?

He knows magic as well which is so exciting like I’d love for this to be used more, like in a dire situation where his weapons and utility has been exhausted and he hits you with the psych beam?

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HE WAS LITERALLY JUST A LITTLE GUY IM CRYING

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"how could you?!" and then he runs off like a maiden

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Gonna start making Jason call reader 'babygirl' in all my fics now. But only when he's in Red Hood costume ... 😉

wfa + textposts for funsies

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I've been reading for the first time DC comics, and seeing the movies. With all my heart, I can say that Jason is my favourite along with Dick. The oldest daughter syndrome is hitting hard.