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imagine dating JASON TODD, and the two of you were on your way home after a cozy, lowkey date night at batburger. you were both laughing, discussing the latest drama and gossip happening in his family—what do you mean dick got blacklisted from his local supermarket for buying up the entire cereal aisle?—stomachs full of french fries and milkshakes as you guys turned the corner to take a shortcut through an empty alleyway.

this being gotham, of course a sketchy-looking fellow soon emerged from the shadows, brandishing a knife and threatening you and your boyfriend to hand over your wallets.

“sure, man. take whatever you want. just don’t hurt her,” jason implored, taking a few cautious steps forward as he held out his wallet.

“that’s right. just hand over the money, nice and quietly, and you lovely folks will be right on your way,” the man chuckled.

“please, don’t hurt him!” you could be heard pleading behind jason, anxiously clutching your bag to your chest.

“don’t worry, dollface. so long as your boy toy here doesn’t make any sudden movements, we’re peachy.”

“not you, you idiot,” you scoffed in disgust. “him!”

before the would-be mugger could register what happened next, pain suddenly exploded from his jaw, and white dots clouded his vision as his body fell to the ground with a deafening thud. the knife in his hand was promptly kicked away before jason grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and lifted him to match his height.

“let me make one thing clear,” your boyfriend began to explain with a seething glare. “i’m not trapped in this alleyway with you. you’re trapped in here with me. and if it was just me, i’d call it a day after that punch. but you threatened my girl, so now i’m gonna have to kick your ass.”

“jay, be careful! we don’t have any more bleach at home to clean up your jacket if his blood gets on it.”

“no promises, babe!”

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Jason slow dancing with you in the kitchen, something fluffy like that please!

Fighting sleep rn so this is perfect. You’re also getting teasing Jason for free. And a ton of other unnecessary details cause I got way too into it.

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Time written - 11:42 p.m

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“Why’re you out of bed, babe?” A bedraggled Jason greeted your weary, squinting eyes as they got used to the kitchen lighting.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you whisper, exhaustion heavy on your tone despite your body’s refusal to succumb to it. Jason settled himself back against the counter beside the stove, continuously watching over a small pot while scrolling over mindless articles over his phone.

“C’mere.” Jason offers an arm towards you, watching your oversized shirt clad body trudge across cold tile floor to get to him. He hugs you close, your cheek hearing the drum of his steady heart as you relax against his chest, your body easing in his embrace.

“What’re you making?”

“Warming you up some milk,” Jason murmurs into your hair, rubbing soothing motions along the small of your back. The lack of sleep wasn’t new, mostly due to your persistence on waiting on him after his patrol nights ended. He felt guilty, choosing to stay extra hours to make sure you kept yourself asleep.

He didn’t mind it. He preferred you over the cold streets on a November midnight.

“Gotta treat my baby like a baby and make her a bottle.”

“Shut up,” you scoff with a smile, knowing he’d take it as an amusing compliment. He enjoyed making you laugh as much as he did taking care of you.

Your preferred milk with a dash of cinnamon and chamomile honey slowly came to a simmer on the stove, awaiting a spoonful of cocoa powder. You’ll ask if it was Alfred’s idea to having hot chocolate instead of warm milk for sleep, he’ll shrug and tell you he saw it once on a cheesy Hallmark channel.

Jason closes his eyes, a slight smile growing on his face.

“Tell me something,” he whispers, his voice still quiet, rough, and tired, the late hour shown in bright green digital numbers on the stove clock.

“Hm?”

“Just… say anything. You don’t have to put any thought behind it. I just wanna hear your voice… okay?”

You had no understanding to the reason, only coming up with him wanting to tire you out just by talking lots of nonsense. You could do that, sometimes that’s your specialty.

“Okay,” you reply, saying the first words that came to mind after taking a sigh.

“When was the last time we had Dino chicken nuggets? We’re grown adults, what’s really stopping us from eating them?”

Jason starts to chuckle a little, then his laughter grows just a little louder. He cradled you closer to body, his arms still snug around your waist. What a silly thing to say, even when that’s exactly what he had asked for.

“No, no, it’s true. Why do kids get to claim all the tasty snack food?” He chuckles, gently swaying you from side to side, not even making much of an attempt to move his feet.

“One of these days… let’s just eat like little kids for a day.” You suggest, your voice growing a bit thick with exhaustion. “Hot chocolate and dino nuggets, and we can just stay in bed. It’ll be a nice break, don’t you think? So you don’t have to be Red Hood all the time.”

He lowers his head a little, stray tufts of hair tickling your face while his lips plant gentle kisses along your neck. His heart hurts a little bit from that little desire deep in your chest to have him home more, to be a proper boyfriend and cradle you in your dreams, just as he did now.

“Yeah? I don’t mind that,” Jason says, keeping you blanketed in the safety of his embrace, slowly shifting weight along his feet to sway you with him a little more.

“You ever danced before, sweetheart?”

“Hm?” Your head tilts a bit. “No, not like this.”

“Is it making you sleepy?” He asks, catching the quirk in the corner of your lip.

“You rocking me like a baby?”

“Can see its working,” He snickers, kissing the top of your forehead. His little sleeping beauty, nestled in the arms of a crimson beast.

“Tell me more,” he whispers, raspy voice growing both soothing and quiet. “Keep talking. I wanna listen to you.”

Your head shifts, your lips muffled against his chest, amusing him with a complete lack of understanding.

“What’s that, baby?”

“You’re not home as much a lot of nights.”

Jason exhales, feeling his lungs deflating while he spares a hand to cradle the back of your neck and runs through your hair.

“I know Princess,” he responds, voice growing softer.

Then, he goes silent for a moment—as if he’s thinking of what to say next.

“D’you miss me when I’m not home?” he whispers, his voice soft and curious.

“I always do,” you admit, trailing your fingers all along his silvery scarred chest.

A light smile pulls at the side of his lips, feeling his pessimistic thoughts satiated for the time being.

He brings his hand up to your chin, caressing it softly with his thumb before tilting it upwards to get a good look at you.

“You know,” Jason responds, “I think I miss you the most when I’m not home.”

His voice is soft, as if he doesn’t want to be so vulnerable about this. This routine is something he can’t control sometimes, no matter how much he wanted to. Little nights like these where he could vanish from sight just to spend a couple extra hours with you was the greatest luxury he could ever want from the universe.

Time was the most precious possession that always slipped out of reach, he treasured every second of it with you.

“You’re always on my mind, babygirl. Try not to forget that.” As he’s saying this, he can’t help but tilt his head and kiss your forehead.

“M’tired,” you whine before opening your eyes, unaware when you had even closed them. He glances back to the stove before shutting off the burner, acknowledging he could at least save the mouthwatering concoction for breakfast in the morning.

“Too tired to wait for your bottle, huh?”

“Stooop.” You groan against the crook between his neck and shoulder, feeling the rumble of his amusement along his chest. “God, I hate you.”

“Hate me in the morning, babygirl,” he muses before slipping his arm under your knees, hoisting you up in his embrace to carry you back to bed.

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What do you mean this isn’t how Batman adopted Jason?

(you can’t see Gordon’s face, but trust that he’s so sick of Batman’s shit)

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picture-perfect

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my man 🖤

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I don't know where I saw it first, but the idea that Dick is like nonverbal when he's younger and kinda reverts to it when he's older too and the only person who can read him accurately is Bruce means so much to me

just just just-

Superman, eyes narrowed at little Robin!Dick who's sitting on the chimney: Hmmmm. He wants me to fly Batman, tiredly dealing with the leftover goons nearby: No. Superman, eyes twitching as he tries to telepathically reach Dick: He wants to fly Batman, eyes rolling behind the mask: He always wants to fly. That doesn't count. Superman, about ready to bribe Dick into speaking: He wants... Robin!Dick, completely unbothered by Clark's desperate attempts: :) Batman, exasperated and joining his son again: He wanted to see you punt that car into the sky. But since you couldn't understand him... Robin!Dick, who actually wanted Bruce to hug him and is now getting his wish but is still a little shit: :( Clark, panicking: Wait no- ~ Oliver, babysitting: Do you want... to go play videogames? Little Dick Grayson, staring at him wide eyed: :/ Oliver, frowning because he will crack this thank you very much Dinah for your vote of confidence: how about... the park? Bruce, who hasn't left yet because Oliver is helpless: No. Oliver, intent: The move theater? Bruce, concerned at how no one is able to understand his son when it's so easy: No. Oliver, growing a lil panicked: You want to bake something! Bruce, now severely concerned for his friends ability to read people: Not even close. Oliver: I give up. Bruce: He wants you to read to him. Dick: *nodding* Oliver:... *i hate you, you're lying to me, this is rigged-* yeah okay ~ Hal, on watch with Nightwing: mmmm waffles! Nightwing, tired and nonverbal but amused: *shakes head* Hal, concentrating: mmmm pancakes! Nightwing, yawning: *shakes head* Hal, panicking now because the elevator just opened which means Bruce is about to arrive: um um- oh! Chocolate fudge! Bruce, arrived: White chocolate chip macadamia cookies. Dick, pleased: *nods* Hal, defeated: ... one, please...

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I need a situation where one of the younger batkids are in an argument with Jason, and bring up the fact that he "wasn't a good kid"

Damian: "Tch. Todd, you are just angry because you were too busy rebelling to get father's attention."

Jason:

Dick: "..What?"

Damian: "Your degenerative behavior as a child is the whole reason father does not respect you now."

Bruce: "Damian, Jason was a saint."

Damian: "What?"

Dick: "Jason had a self imposed bed time."

Bruce: "He had a weird obsession with homework.."

Dick: "Once, I tried to sneak him out, and he cried."

Bruce: "I once implied that he could sneak out, and he cried."

Damian:

Jason: "Dami, B and I don't get along because of our terrible morals."

Bruce: "Well, I wouldn't say that-"

Jason: "He hates me because we both have extremely fucked up versions of justice that we don't agree on-"

Bruce: "Now, I never said-"

Jason: "I was a child and he hated me. He hates children-"

Bruce: "God damnit, Jason-"

Damian:

Damian: "My whole perspective has been altered."

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Tim, running back into the cave after patrol with Damian: Bruce! Damian murdered somebody again!

Damian, entirely professional: Father, i have been accused of crimes due to my apearance, would that not be racism, Drake, to accuse such things due to my appearance?

Tim: except your appearance is being COMPLETELY COVERED IN HIS BLOOD??!?!?!?

Damian: =TT=

Bruce, tired:

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I know the popular take is that Jason responds to familial affection by going ew fuck you gtf off me or whatever but to be honest I think if someone actually tried it he's ending up weeping wailing face red sniffling coughing collapsing to his knees in the rain type of reaction just completely sopping pathetic. his eyes are so swollen he can't see shit and falls off a cliff

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The way Damian would definitely talk about his pets as if they were humans and confuse the hell out of everybody.

Damian: Father, I won't attend dinner today. I promised Lucy I would make more time for her, so we'll be spending the evening together.

Bruce, confused: Lucy? I thought you were dating that Nika girl.

Damian, now confused as well: Flatline? I am dating her. Why?

Bruce, slowly going from confused to disapproving: Damian, I try not to meddle in your personal relationships, but you can't be asking other people out if you're already–

Tim: Oh my god, Bruce. He's means Lucy the monkey.

Bruce:

Tim:

Damian:

Damian: She's a macaque.

*After patrol*

Damian: I'll be leaving. I need to pick up the cake for Jerry's birthday party. Nightwing, you promised Jerry you'd come. I don't want you to hurt his feelings so you better–

Nightwing: Yeah, yeah. I know, I'll be there

Damian: *nods and leaves*

Red Hood:

Nightwing:

Red Hood: Is he talking about the–

Nightwing: The turkey. Yes. He's talking about the turkey.

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Jealousy - Keith x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Keith Kogane x Reader, established relationship, Reader is a paladin.

Summary: Your looking for your secret boyfriend, but end training with Lance, Keith sees you guys fall into a compromising position, and he gets jealous which leads to making out.

Warnings: Making out

Word count: 1K

A/n: This is one of my oneshots from Wattpad so sorry if it's cringe but I will try to post them all on Tumblr. Comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated.

NOT PROOFREAD!!!

I got the image of Pinterest

Dividers from @enchanthings

Bored, bored, bored. You were sooooo fucking bored. Allura gave you the day off after a major mission and you had nothing to do. Normally, the paladins and you would all be occupied with training or some other stuff that you do when you're trying to end a 10,000-year war. But right now you had nothing to do.

With a heavy sigh, you got off your lazy ass and left your bedroom to find your boyfriend Keith. You’d been secretly dating for eight months now and you thought you were pretty good at hiding it. You both thought it'd be best not to tell the others because you wanted to make this relationship work on your own and not with the pressures of the team. You’d tell them when you were ready.

Anyway, you walked down the corridor of the Castle, the soft blue lights calming you and giving you a strange sense of comfort.

There were only a few places Keith normally was—either in his room, the Red Lion's hangar, or on the training deck. You decided to head to his room first. You stopped outside his door and knocked. "Keithhhhh, you in there? It's me, (Y/n)." No answer. He was probably training—that's all he did 24/7. You skipped along the corridor, humming a random song that was stuck in your head, until you reached the training deck door. It opened automatically, and you expected to see your boyfriend there, but to your surprise, you didn’t see the Red Paladin. Instead, you saw the Blue Paladin.

You waited for the training simulation to end before saying, "Hey Lance, have you seen Keith?"

He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his sleeve before saying, "Hey (Y/n), nah, haven’t seen him, but why would you want to when I'm right here?" You giggled lightly at his stupid attempt at flirting.

"No reason, I just needed to ask him something," you said.

"Well he's not here, but do you wanna train with me?" he asked.

"Sure, why not, I'm bored as hell," you replied.

"Well, pretty lady, get ready for the most intense training sesh ever!" he said, with an extra bit of flare.

3 hours later Time skip brought to you by CORAN CORAN THE GORGEOUS MAN

You and Lance had been training for ages. Why did you agree to this? It was supposed to be your day off. You should’ve just said no and gone to find Keith. You stupid bitch, (Y/n).

Right now, you and Lance were sparring, after doing a "you vs. gladiator" sim. Lance was really good at long-range fighting, and you were good at short-range fighting. You had just knocked his bayard to the floor and were about to defeat him, but you made the mistake of turning your back to him—and next thing you knew, he kicked your feet and you fell to the ground, and he pinned you there.

You were both breathing heavily, not saying anything. His knees were on either side of you and he had both your hands pinned to the floor next to your head. What the hell was happening? You didn’t like this at all—you felt uncomfortable with Lance on top of you.

"Lance?"

"Mhm?"

"Do you mind?"

"Do I mind what?"

"Lance, get the fuck off me."

"Ohhh shit, yeah, my bad."

Lance rolled off you, then stood up and put out a hand to help you up. You were just about to take it when a rather loud and overexaggerated cough interrupted you. Keith. Fuck. How much of that did he see? You didn’t want him to get the wrong impression of what just happened.

You stood up quickly and brushed the dust off your clothes. You looked at Keith—jaw clenched, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe—and he had this terrifying look in his eyes, one that showed he wanted to kill Lance right now. Lance, completely oblivious to everything, opened his big mouth and said, "Heyyy Keith, man, (Y/n) was looking for you earlier. Don’t know why when I’m clearly so much better," with a cocky grin. Keith just glared at Lance, while you stood frozen, scared for what was going to happen next.

"Whoa, man, you good?"

"Yup."

"Really? You don’t seem like it. You’re doing some weird thing with your face."

"Fuck off, Lance!" Keith snapped.

Lance took a step back and leaned over to you—not that close—and loudly whispered, "Someone needs to take a chill pill." You awkwardly chuckled. "Okay, well I’m hungry. I’ll catch you guys later." And with that, Lance skipped out of the room, leaving you and Keith alone.

You decided to break the silence. "Keith, I—" But you were cut off by a pair of lips crashing onto yours.

This kiss was different from the others—it was heated and rough. He pinned you to the wall. You moaned softly into the kiss and tangled your fingers in his soft, raven-black hair. He nipped at your bottom lip, clearly wanting access, and you gave it to him. Your tongues collided and fought for dominance, and Keith ended up winning. His tongue explored your mouth as his hands ran up and down your body. They trailed to the hem of your shirt and slipped underneath. His large hands, always wearing those leather fingerless gloves, groped your breasts. You moaned, tugging at his mullet, but soon realized—you were still on the training deck.

"Keith..." you pulled away from the kiss, breathless.

"Yes beautiful?"

"We’re... we’re still on the training deck."

"So?"

"So?! Anyone could just walk in and see."

"Let them. That way, everyone will know you’re mine. Especially Lance." He growled as he kissed your neck and bit it, definitely leaving a mark. That’s when it clicked in your brain. He was jealous. Keith Kogane—the team’s hot-head, the one who acts like he doesn’t care about anyone—was jealous over you.

"Wait, Keith... were you jealous?" He just grumbled something you couldn’t hear and buried his face deeper into the crook of your neck, continuing to mark you with hickeys. You moaned softly and just enjoyed Keith’s touch on your body.

God, you were in for a long night.

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Hc all the batkids decide to give Bruce Happy Mothers day as a prank

. Dick comes up with the idea and gets everyone to sign a Happy Mother's Day card that he made

. Jason buys him a watch with a small card saying "Happy Mother's day, loser"

. Cass buys him a mug that says "Best Mother in the world" (Shiva will later find out and fistfight Bruce because of it)

. Tim makes a gadget that Bruce had projected but had no time to actually build, and leaves it on his desk in a small gift box

. Duke has No Idea how other people are going about the prank and decides to buy him flowers

. Damian paints Martha Wayne (Tim helps by finding him several reference pictures)

They all think they're going to make Bruce Very Uncomfortable. Because well, he's not a mother. He's their father. Guys, Bruce starts sobbing by the end of the day. He hugs them and won't let go. Plan sucessfully backfired.

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Bruce: Can you pass the salt? Jason: *Throws Damian across the table*

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Yn: I made you a bracelet.

Jason: You know, I'm not really a jewelry person.

Yn: Well, you don't have to wear it.

Jason: No, I'm gonna wear it forever. Back off.

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i bet Bruce recalls Dick's childhood super fondly and does not at all remember that his kid would try to stab him with a pencil if Bruce tried to "help" with math homework a little too diligently

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The Grayson who used his mother's nickname for him as his vigilante name, the Grayson who incorporated his acrobatic skills his parents taught him into batman's training, the Grayson who never forgot about his parents legacy, the Grayson who didn't fall but flew.

I love him so much guys